Catherine de Barra, you’ve murdered my thinking.
I gave you my heart, you left the thing stinking.
I’d break from your spell if it weren’t for my drinking.
The wind bites more bitter with each light of morning.
I envy the road, the ground you tread under.
I envy the wind, your hair riding over.
I envy the pillow your head rests and slumbers.
I envy to murderous envy your lover.
Till the light shines on me
I damn to hell every second you breathe.
I envy the road, the ground you tread under.
I envy the wind, your hair riding over.
I envy the pillow your head rests and slumbers.
I envy to murderous envy your lover.
Till the light shines on me
I damn to hell every second you breathe.
Oh my Catherine –
your eyes smiling
and your mouth singing –
with time I’d have won you.
With wile I’d have won you.