I wait for her to speak for me
The rule is truly golden
I am spoken for
A drifting day on my own
he does chastize these bones
He gives a womans touch
A drifting day alone
He does chastize his own
He gives a womans touch
We are all pleased to dwell
With me
With me
Out of their goodness
And over my head
A burning coal of kindness
Over my head
Over my head
I spin with the world
But it is no help to me
I sleep in this chair like a stone
A yellow flower has grown
He does chastize his own love
He gives a womans touch
To spin with the world
It is no help to me
I walk the creeking floors of this home
Where a yellow flower has grown
He does chastize his own love
He gives a womans touch