Rock, Salt and Nails

Rock, Salt and Nails - Keegan Joyce

On the banks of the river

Where the willows hang down

And the wild birds all warble

With a low moaning sound

Way down in the hollow

Where the waters run cold

It's where I first listened

To the lies that you told

And now I lie on my bed

And I see your sweet face

And the past I remember

Time cannot erase

And the letters you wrote me

Were written in shame

And I know that your conscience

Still echoes my name

Now the nights are so long

Lord sorrow runs deep

And nothing is worse

Than a night without sleep

I walk out alone

And look at the sky

Too empty to sing

Too lonesome to cry

If you ladies were blackbirds

If you ladies were thrushes

I'd lie there for hours

In the cold chilly marshes

If you ladies were squirrels

With high bushy tails

I'd fill up my shotgun

With rock salt and nails