Jelly under parafin
Amber sun inlaid
The days are getting shorter
And chilly in the shade
This afternoon a handy boy [bad word] and [bad word] the trees
I'll catch the [bad word] he tosses down
Between my aching knees
I'll sting his mouth with apple foam
I'll touch his tawny arm
I'll witch him in the orchard
I'll get him in the barn

Why did I ever marry
To a man much older than I
Why did I ever ever ever marry young
To a man old enough to die

Memory of savory
Laurel leaf and [bad word] to his tenderness [bad word] to his age
Hazing over goldenrod
Trailing smoke from bonfires
I'll tuck him in his armchair
And muffle my desire
The hope I had for saving grace
Lies nodding in the chair
I'll touch his bony shoulder
I'll push him down the stair

Why did I ever marry
To a life dying day by day
My thoughts grow sinful they burn with longing
I wasn't brought up that way
No, not that way

Why did I ever marry
To a man much older than I
Why did I ever ever ever marry young 
To a man old enough to die

Jelly under parafin
Amber sun inlaid
The days are getting shorter
And chilly in the shade

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Music & Lyrics © 1975 Sarah Kernochan