Widow's Grove - Tom Waits

Met you in the saddle

Rode you in the dust

Held your hand to the heavens

Pulled your heart to the earth

Something blinded me more than the mist

The breath of the cottonwood

Buds lighter yet

When you rode the maypole of dance hall lace

And Galloped to another’s embrace

I bit the flowers from my wrist corsage

You waltzed too slowly

Too slowly you waltzed

With that girl from Widow’s Grove

Oh, I’d follow you to the river

That washes out to the sea

Through the wind, through the rain

Of a cold dark night

That’s where I’ll be

Near the breath of a swallow

Petals dropped as I fell

You grabbed me then shyly held me

Against the stone cold well

In your hand was a glass

You held the ice against the night

It dripped and it sparkled and

I laughed a wish

Before it all slipped down the dark, tunneled well

I heard it melt quietly

I looked at you

Bent to the earth with one pleading wish

My skirts brushed to the furious pounding

I’d follow you to the river

That washes out to the sea

Through the wind, through the rain

Of a cold dark night

It’s where I’ll be

I hid in the elm and raised the bough

That hung even with your neck

I chased you and drowned you there

Deep in the lake

And when your mouth was full and wet

I swallowed all your reckless fate

And with your last breath

You moaned too drunk to wake

Oh, I’d follow you to the river

That washes out to the sea

Through the wind, through the rain

Of a cold dark night

It’s there, there I’ll be