Return from me mother, 'cause you love your man and I am your daughter, you've given my hand and you've twisted my arm and you've shown me the road ahead thank god, you've shown me the road ahead His arms locked in mine I find us this morning my eyes pushed protruding Oh, the wine you poured to my husband and me when may I taste it again, ma? Tap on the door and leave it outside in the hall My eyes stay a-bursting the glow and the smell from my fair skin now tainted before planks I know well each creak and each crevice the curve of a cask at my back, oh lord spigot, chapped lips, small and cracked Oh come jabbing again, old companion let's, children, together, let's let 'em thrive in the cellar