Trouble

Ever since we met

The world's been upside down

And if you don't stop troubling me

You'll drive me out of town

But if you go away

As trouble ought to do

Where will I find another soul

To tell my trouble to

My bed is made of stone

A star has burnt my eye

I'm going down to the willow tree

And teach her how to cry

But if you go away

As trouble ought to do

Where will I find another soul

To tell my trouble to?

They bid me wear my hat

Put on a nice new gown

I've tossed my bonnet over the roof

And I guess it won't come down

But if you go away

As trouble ought to do

Where will I find another soul

To tell my trouble to?