'Til The Stream Runs Dry

I sway in an ill wind, now I see there's a day coming

Darling, the stream is softly calling to me

And even as I sway I can feel overheard

The gods expiring

Now as the stomach's torn from the waist of a body burning

Darling, I'm yearning for that milk of kindness

And even as I see my pathetic Calvary

I swear I will be happy

'Til the stream runs dry

Lord, I don't want to die

But hang my up to dry

And I'll cry "suffering"

No sooner had I convalesced than I went out to see

What misery I could collect and gather over me

Veronica, she wiped my face, Simon held my glass

I fell into the roses, lay weeping in the grass

Bend me down and lay me low, ravage me and let me go

A Judas and a saviour sucking on the same stone

I came to the arid gulch, moonlight in the cold garden

When I tell you the rain came down like nails

'Til the stream runs dry

Lord I don't want to die

But hang me up to dry

And I'm nothing and no-one

I sway in an ill wind, now I see there's a day coming

Darling, the stream is softly calling to me

And even as I sway I can feel overheard

The gods expiring

Now as the stomach's torn from the waist of a body burning

Darling, I'm yearning for that milk of kindness

And even as I see my pathetic Calvary

I swear I will be happy

And that's what you get, yeah, that's what you get

Hung up on the hill, ill wind blowing

Dark was the night, cold was on the ground

Bitter was the beauty of the stream that I had found

And I will be happy

I will be happy

And I will be happy

And I will be happy

And I will be happy

And I will be happy

And I will be happy

And I will be happy

And I will be happy

And I will be happy

And I will be happy

And I will be happy

And I will be happy

And I will be happy

And I will be happy

And I will be happy 'til the stream runs dry