Текст песни
come up off the rug
You re too heavy to move, pull up your dress, on the dreams of those fallen to sleep
There s no virtue here on the floor, put on your shoes
and lantern oil spilt on your chest
everybody wake up
O where are you dressing to go, you re too heavy to move
for i must go walking as somebody else
Your prayers are all read, on the dreams of those fallen to sleep, i ve not seen your room so a mess
There s a tie on your throat, i ve not heard so muffled a mass
drag your bones to the fireplace heap
Everybody wake up, missus joanie
I ve not heard so muffled a mass, you re too heavy to move
Put on your shoes, this is no place to rest
take off your coat
drag your bones to the fireplace heap
There s glass by the door, there s no virtue here on the floor
Let s quiet your head, brother frederick
Let s quiet your head, there s a tie on your throat Song, everybody wake up
missus joanie
There s glass by the door, i ve not seen you so spent and poor
She s up from the ember and ash, pull up your dress
For i must go walking as somebody else, i ve not seen you so spent and poor, let s get you snug
For i must go walking as somebody else, on the dreams of those fallen to sleep
Missus joanie, it s far too cold here on the ground Wake, i ve not seen you so spent and poor
Let s get you snug, on the dreams of those fallen to sleep American, there s glass by the door
I ve not seen you so spent and poor, there s no virtue here on the floor, on the dreams of those fallen to sleep
Drag your bones to the fireplace heap, i ve not seen you so spent and poor
you ve toppled the drawer
Take off your coat, there s a tie on your throat, missus joanie
mister jacobs
everybody wake up
I ve not heard so muffled a mass, i ve not heard so muffled a mass
I ve not seen your room so a mess, you ve toppled the drawer, i ve not seen you so bent on prayer
she s up from the ember and ash