Oh my darling, oh. I'm sorry that I tied you It's all that I could do with my bundle of twine You can still speak softly and murmur nothings to me Your poetry probably sounds like your mind Oh my darling, oh. You're so beautiful My statue idol with ropes across his spine Miss your family? Well, now you have me And I'll love you til the day I die Oh my darling, oh. Where is the fire? Is such terror necessary for a boy like mine? I'll dress you pretty and take you to the city And we can drink ten gallons of wine Oh my darling, oh. Keep from the window Fall and I would simply lose my mind