All the widows watch Through all window sills Hair raising in every room Up the street come a walking chill An you ask for nothing 'Cept to be by my side
See my tears good father Will they wash it away All my dirt from your holy feet No I don't believe it work that way 'Cause you ask for nothing 'Cept to be by my side
I seen you in the river Before God and man Held by the holy hand of winter Laid low by winter's holy hand
Yes my sister girl I know that it is true You see me with the Lord's eye girl An you see right through An you ask for nothin' Is there something behind my eyes
I can look good I swear When the spirit blows All ore and all through yea My wretched bones An you look for nothin' 'Cept to be by my side love
I seen you in the river Before God and man Held by the holy hand of winter An brought low by winter's holy hand