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Make your bed the river, young girl Make your bed the river, young girl La-la-la-la la la la-la-la la Make your bed the river, young girl Did you come here to meet him, my dear? You surprised to find only me? Well, I put him to rest at the bend in the river And the same, I require of thee I'm thick with disease in my madness Only one thought pacifies me That the murky black water grounds your bones into sand When the catfish have stripped off your hide Make your bed the river, young girl Make your bed the river, young girl Know you can't swim, but I'll tuck you in Make your bed the river, young girl So down as his trembling bride For to quail all this fury inside me And if there's a chance that the Lord recognize you Pray he has more mercy than I Make your bed the river, young girl Make your bed the river, young girl Know you can't swim, but I'll tuck you in Make your bed the river, young girl |