To thank you, jealous heart, I put you in the ground
The driver rides the rain, the [bad word] he sounds
As blood is to the root, is silver to the crown
Take it as you may, my love has gone away

Then it [bad word] to nothing
Then it [bad word] to nothing

To break you, jealous heart, I build to tear it down
The timber from the walls, the make-up from the clown
And dirt is to the grave as water to the drowned
So long to my slave, my wheel's beneath the waves

Then it [bad word] to nothing
Then it [bad word] to nothing