Hallelujah (2011 - Remaster)

On the first day of May I took to the road

I'd been staring out the window most of the morning

I'd watched the rain claw at the glass

And a vicious wind blew hard and fast

I should have taken it as a warning

As a warning

A warning

As a warning

I'd given my nurse the weekend off

My meals were ill prepared

My typewriter turned mute as a tomb

And my piano crouched in the corner of my room

With all its teeth bared

All its teeth bared

All its teeth bared

All its teeth bared

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

I left my house without my coat

Something my nurse wouldn't have allowed

And I took the small roads out of town

And I passed a cow and the cow was brown

And my pyjamas clung to me like a shroud

Like a shroud

Like a shroud

Like a shroud

There rose before me a little house

With all hope and dreams kept within

A woman's voice close to my ear

And said, "Why don't you come in here?

You look soaked to the skin"

Soaked to the skin

You look soaked to the skin

Soaked to the skin

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

I turned to the woman and the woman was young

I extended a hearty salutation

But I knew if my nurse had been here

She would never in a thousand years

Permit me to accept that invitation

Invitation

That invitation

That invitation

Now, you might think it wise to risk it all

Throw caution to the reckless wind

But with her hot cocoa and her medication

My nurse had been my one salvation

So I turned back home

I turned back home

I turned back home

Singing my song

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

(Hallelujah)

The tears are welling in my eyes again

(Hallelujah)

I need twenty big buckets to catch them in

(Hallelujah)

And twenty pretty girls to carry them down

(Hallelujah)

And twenty deep holes to bury them in

(Hallelujah)

The tears are welling in my eyes again

(Hallelujah)

I need twenty big buckets to catch them in

(Hallelujah)

And twenty pretty girls to carry them down

(Hallelujah)

And twenty deep holes to bury them in

(Hallelujah)

The tears are welling in my eyes again

I need twenty big buckets to catch them in

And twenty pretty girls to carry them down

And twenty deep holes to bury them in

The tears are welling in my eyes again

Twenty big buckets to catch them in

Twenty pretty girls to carry them down

Twenty deep holes to bury them in