The Poor Ditching Boy

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad? With the river too weary to flood The storming wind cut through to my skin But she cut through to my blood [Verse 2] I was looking for trouble to tangle my lines When trouble come looking for me I knew I was standing on treacherous ground But I was sinking too fast to run free [Chorus] With her scheming, idle ways She left me poor enough The storm and the wind cut through to my skin But she cuts through to my blood [Violin Solo] [Verse 3] Now I would not be asking, I would not be seen Either begging on a mountain or hill Still I'm ready and I'm blind with my hands tied behind For I've neither a mind nor a will [Verse 4] Oh, it's bitter the need of thе poor ditching boy For he'll always believе what they say When they tell him it's hard to be honest and good Does he mind when he doesn't get paid? [Chorus] With her scheming, idle ways She left me poor enough The storm and the wind cut through to my skin But she cuts through to my blood With her scheming, idle ways She left me poor enough The storm and the wind cut through to my skin But she cuts through to my blood
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Credits
- Writers
- Richard Thompson