Paroles de Ribbon bows

There is a spring, not far from here,
The water runs both sweet and clear--
Both sweet and clear, and cold:
Could crack your bones
With veins of gold.

I stood, a-wagging, at the tap;
Just a-waiting on the lagging, rising sap.
I held the cold tin ladle to my lip.
At the shrine of the thousand arms,
I lowered my eyes to sip.

What a beautiful day to catch my drift,
Or be caught up in it.
You want your love, love?
Come and get your love;
I only took it back
Because i thought you didn't.

How my ears did ring,
At the municipal pound,
From that old hangdog
To which i was bound:
Curled 'round the bottom rung--
Doesn't anybody want you?
Well, come on, darlin.
I could use someone like you around.
I am not like you, i ain't from this place.
And i do reserve the right
To repeat all my same mistakes.
And, in the night, like you,
I certainly bite and chew
What i can find,
And never seem to lose the taste.

What a horrible face i feel me make--
For pete's sake,
What you have told me, i cannot erase!--
(though i keep on saying,
And i do believe, it is not too late).

All day, you're hassling me with trifles:
Black nose of the dog, as cold as a rifle,
Indicating, with a nudge,
God, no god. god, no god.
Sweet, appraising eye of the dog,
Blink once if god,
Twice if no god.

My mama may be ashamed of me,
With all of my finery:
Carrying on,
Whooping it up till the early morn,
Lost and lorn,
Among the madding revelry!
Sure, i can pass.
Honey, i can pass.
Particularly when i start to tip my glass.
I'll be a sport,
And have a go at that old song,
Singing unabashed, about
"them city girls,
With their ribbon bows,
And their fancy sash..."

But, though i get so sad
(could swear the night
Makes a motion to claim me,
Around that second verse),
I reckon i've felt worse,
And still held fast.
But, later on, when i am alone,
Alone at last,
Then i take my god to task.
I take my god to task.