Rock Salt and Nails John Martyn

On the banks of the river
Where the willow hangs down
On the wild washing waters

Low mourning sound
Down in the hollow
Where the water runs cold
It was there I first listened
To the lies that you told

Now I lie on my bed
And I see your sweet face
The past I remember
Time can't erase

The letter you wrote me
Was written in shame
And I know that your conscience
Still echoes my name

Now the nights arе so alone
And my sorrow runs deep
And nothing is worse for you and me
Onе more night without sleep

I woke up alone
I take a look at my sky
Too empty to sing
Too lonely to cry