Letra de Rock, salt and nails

On the banks of the river where the willows hang down
And the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound
Down in the hollow where the waters run cold
It was there I first listened to the lies that you told

Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face
The past I remember time cannot erase
The letter you wrote me it was written in shame
And I know that your conscience still echo´s my name

Now the nights are so long, Lord sorrow runs deep
And nothing is worse than a night without sleep
I´ll walk out alone and look at the sky
Too empty to sing, too lonesome to cry

If the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies were thrushes
I´d lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes
If the ladies were squirrel´s with high bushy tails
I´d fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails