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Pile of Woe Lyrics by Laura Cantrell
Laura Cantrell Lyrics
Come on baby stop your crying
You know you shouldn't bother so
Didn't your mama ever tell you?
This world's a pile of woe
What's been born is busy dying
Our fortune's with the four winds blow
Don't dread the night, don't fear tomorrow
Don't let this bed of sorrow grow
You're the dreamy light in the deep wood in its drifting autumn hue
Please don't take my comfort and go
Let's break new ground together and turn it over slow
Ploughing this pile of woe
Wild flowers in a green field
Purple yellow white and blue
Wicked weed forever creeping
And weeping willows crying too
You know some mother lost her daughter
Some brother lost his guiding light
Who hears the silent shadows wailing
In the hollow of the night
But if you bring a sweet song on a bright afternoon
And meet me at the head of a row
We'll sing it shade to shade all up and down the tune
Ploughing this pile of woe
Pile of woe
This whole world's a mess of trouble
But now I'm looking out for rain with every grain of hope I sow
Ploughing this pile of woe
They say we two are too different
You're a jewel and I'm a thief
But a thief takes for the taking
And darling I want you to keep
They say we don't have any money
But what we've got's what they don't know
Our bed of ease this rock of ages where sweet silver waters flow
And if King Solomon can marry the Pharaoh's daughter
Why can't I be with you that I love so?
Take my hand along the sand and walk beside the waters
Washing this pile of woe
Pile of woe
This whole world's a mess of trouble
But now I'm looking out for rain with every grain of hope I sow
Ploughing this pile of woe
Come on baby, stop your crying
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