Pile Of Woe (Cantrell Laura)

Come on baby stop your cryin' You know you shouldn't bother so Didn't your momma ever tell you This world's a pile of woe What's been born is busy dyin' Our fortunes with the four winds blow Don't dread the night, don't fear the morrow Don't let this bed of sorrow grow You're the green light in the deep wood and it's drifting autmumn view Please don't' take my comfort and go Let's break it down together, and turn it over slow Ploughin' this pile of woe Oh, flowers in the green fields Purple yellow white and blue Wicked, we're forever thieving And weeping willows crying too You know some mother lost her daughter Some brother lost his guiding light Who hears the silent shadows wailing In the hollow of the night But if you hear a sweet song on a bright afternoon And meet me at the head of a road We'll sing it shade to shade all up and down the tune Ploughing this pile of woe Pile of woe, this whole world's a mess of trouble But now I'm looking out for rain with every grain of hope I sow Ploughing this pile of woe They say that we two are too different You're a jewel and I'm a thief But a thief takes for the taking And darling I want you to keep They say we don't have any money But what we got's what they don't know I'd better ease this rock of ages And let sweet silver waters flow And if King Solomon can marry the pharoah's daughter Why can't I be with you that I love so Take my hand upon the sand and walk beside the waters Washing this pile of woe Pile of woe, this whole world's a mess of trouble But now I'm looking out for rain with every grain of hope I sow Ploughing this pile of woe