Deep Water

Green-eyed looker, it always pains me to see，

Hollowed out picture of skin and bone，

The strangest stranger that I ever did meet，

Oh and I guess I ain’t that old，

She came on strong with her own confidence，

Made you sweat in your cotton, though it’ll breathe，

The cruelest behaviour ain’t born or mined (?)，

Feel her shell should just go and down the wine (?)，

It’s deep water, driving rain，

And all I can remember is a cold，

Another burned out lover who was begging to leave，

She said “why wouldn’t you tie your soul to me?”，

Took all I had in my waiting cell，

And a little of what I just don’t know，

But I got my thinking up to where I fell，

And I let the memories of my lovers die，

It’s a bitter taste and a, a blinding light，

Time fade burns, most would know，

Took the hand of the, the woman I love，

Now I am sure I’m gonna make her my own，

It’s the deep water, the driving rain，

I’m making a shelter of my own，

When Jesus comes he’s gonna eat with me，

And he’s gonna find our children old，

Got a road all laid out and trenched，

And mined enough for a walking pace，

It seems so different from where I’ve come，

Oh Lord I’d love to see that, that place again，

With its deep water, mountain range，

Full of those hard living kind，

Petrol stations and a copper mine，

The kind of place I think I could die，