Rock, Salt and Nails-Joan Baez

[00:15.42]On the banks of the river, where the willows hang down, [00:27.09]Where the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound, [00:29.16]Down in the hollow where the water runs cold, [00:50.46]It's there I *have listened to the lies that you told. [00:53.13](*first) [00:53.28]Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face. [01:16.98]The past I remember, time cannot erase. [01:32.07](The) letters you wrote me were written in shame, [01:40.23]And I know that your conscience still echos my *pain. [01:48.15](*name) [02:07.05]Now the nights are so long, my sorrow runs deep. [02:19.14]Nothing is worse than a night without sleep. [02:32.31]I walk out alone, I look at the sky, [02:46.11]Too *empty to sing, too **lonesome to cry. [02:46.83](*lonesome) (**empty) [02:50.34](Now) if the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies were thrushes, [03:05.40]I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes. [03:20.91]If the ladies were squirrels with (them) high bushy tails, [03:32.67]I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails.