All the widows watch
 Through all window sills
 Hair raising in every room
 Up the [bad word] a walking chill
 An you ask for nothing
 'Cept to be by my side

 See my tears good father
 Will they wash it away
 All my dirt from your holy feet
 No I don't believe it work that way
 'Cause you ask for nothing
 'Cept to be by my side

 I seen you in the river
 Before God and man
 Held by the holy hand of winter
 Laid low by winter's holy hand

 Yes my sister girl
 I know that it is [bad word]  You see me with the Lord's eye girl
 An you see right through
 An you ask for nothin'
 Is there something behind my eyes

 I can look good I swear
 When the spirit blows
 All ore and all through yea
 My wretched bones
 An you look for nothin'
 'Cept to be by my side love

 I seen you in the river
 Before God and man
 Held by the holy hand of winter
 An brought low by winter's holy hand