Wolfmare - Miss Barleycorn lyrics

At the drawn I hear the whistle looking for a jug in shake headlong. Tongue is slow and sense is tired, I remember cruel Miss Barleycorn. Welcome morning feel like mourning, pity I was ever friggin' born. It was long and sinding road now with dreadful sweet Miss Barleycorn. Bitter sweet lips swelling hot hips, every small tad knows her blood. Her noble neck unter my thumb now. Oh gorgeous woman give me your soul. Sweet pretty woman or old hag in fancy dress or penny rags. Look into gla** then taste her juice, drain to the dregs, down with blues. In the midday Sunis tanning, heat divides the skin from skull and bones. All I dream is her lips' ffreshness. Sunny day I miis Miss Marleycorn. Sorry they become too homely, gasps of jolly sweetheart all day long. Long is day and long all 'round me, cannot wait to kiss Miss Barleycorn. Bitter sweet lips swelling hot hips, every small tad knows her blood. Her noble neck under my thumb now. Oh my woman give me your soul. Sweet pretty woman or old hag in fancy dress or penny rags. Look into gla** then taste her juice, drain to the dregs, down with blues. At the sunset shadows gather, merry piper blows his heady horn as I walk lang winding road now to my pretty li'l Miss Barleycorn. Singin crying even whispering we will be as one till morning comes till her gla**y cloth is empty, she'll reborn my sweet Miss Berleycorn. Bitter sweet lips swelling hot hips, every small tad knows her blood. Her noble neck unter my thumb now. Oh gorgeous woman give me your soul. Sweet pretty woman or old hag in fancy dress or penny rags. Look into gla** then taste her juice, drain to the dregs, down with blues.