The Poor Ditching Boy (Live) Richard Thompson

[Verse 1]
Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad?
The river too weary to flood
The storming wind cut through to my skin
And she cut through to my blood

[Verse 2]
I was looking for trouble to tangle my line
But trouble came looking for me
I knew I was standing on treacherous ground
I was sinking too fast to run free

[Chorus]
With her scheming, idle ways
She left me poor enough
The storming wind cut through to my skin
Oh, but she cut through to my blood

[Verse 3]
I would not be asking, I would not be seen
Begging on mountain or hill
I'm ready and blind with my hands tied behind
For I've neither a mind nor a will

[Chorus]
With her scheming, idle ways
She left me poor enough
The storming wind cut through to my skin
Oh, but she cut through to my blood