The Witch and the Poor

I fell down on the rich man's stairway No grip and no hold to try I've been laying my head in the water Maybe soon I'm awake and dry Oh the witch and the poor They are falling the same old way Maybe soon I will meet No one who lies to me Lend me your hand Or send me your gold And give me anything That couldn't be sold Send me a letter At least ten years old And I'll do anything Try to get a hold Almost drowned in the rich man's landscape No bridge and no gold in sight Hear the mourning screams like a thunder Hoping soon I'm awake and alive Oh the witch and the poor They are waiting in the same old line Maybe soon I will meet Someone who lays his head beside Lend me your hand Or send me your gold And give me anything That couldn't be sold Send me a letter At least ten years old And I'll do anything Try to get a hold Count the crows on the witch before me No crack and no hole to hide Try to hold the breath while I'm falling I can make it through the night Oh the witch and the poor They all die in the same old fight Maybe soon I will meet No one who lies to me Lend me your hand Or send me your gold And give me anything That couldn't be sold Send me a letter At least ten years old And I'll do anything Try to get a hold I fell down on the rich man's stairway No grip and no hold to try I've been laying my head in the water Maybe soon I'm awake and dry Oh the witch and the poor They are falling the same old way I said the witch and the poor They are falling the same old way