Return from me mother, 'cause you love your man
and I am your daughter, you've given my hand
and you've twisted my arm

and you've shown me the road ahead
thank god, you've shown me the road ahead

His arms locked in mine I find us this morning
my eyes pushed protruding

Oh, the wine you poured to my husband and me
when may I taste it again, ma?
Tap on the door and leave it outside in the hall

My eyes stay a-bursting
the glow and the smell from my fair skin
now tainted before planks I know well
each creak and each crevice
the curve of a cask at my back, oh lord
spigot, chapped lips, small and cracked

Oh come jabbing again, old companion
let's, children, together, let's let 'em thrive in the cellar

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