On the banks of the river Where the willows hang down Noel birds are warble In lone morning sound Way down in the hollow Where the waters run cold It's where I first listen To the lies that you told And now I lie on my bed And I see your sweet face And the past I remember Time cannot erase And the letters you wrote me Were written in [?]shade/shame And I know that your conscience Still echoes my name And now the nights are so long Lords sorrow runs deep And nothing is worse Then night without sleep I walk out alone And look at the sky Too empty to sing Too lonesome to cry If you ladies are blackbirds If you ladies thrushies I lie there for hours In the cold chilly marches/marshes If you ladies were shrubs With high bushy tails I'd fill up my shotgun With rocks, salt and nails