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Come on baby stop your cryin'

You know you shouldn’t bother so

Didn’t your momma ever tell you

This world’s a pile of woe

What’s been born is busy dyin'

Our fortunes with the four winds blow

Don’t dread the night, don’t fear the morrow

Don’t let this bed of sorrow grow

You’re the green light in the deep wood and it’s drifting autmumn view

Please dont' take my comfort and go

Let’s break it down together, and turn it over slow

Ploughin' this pile of woe

Oh, flowers in the green fields

Purple yellow white and blue

Wicked, we’re forever thieving

And weeping willows crying too

You know some mother lost her daughter

Some brother lost his guiding light

Who hears the silent shadows wailing

In the hollow of the night

But if you hear a sweet song on a bright afternoon

And meet me at the head of a road

We’ll sing it shade to shade all up and down the tune

Ploughing this pile of woe

Pile of woe, this whole world’s a mess of trouble

But now I’m looking out for rain with every grain of hope I sow

Ploughing this pile of woe

They say that we two are too different

You’re a jew and I’m a thief

But a thief takes for the taking

And darling I want you to keep

They say we don’t have any money

But what we got’s what they don’t know

I’d better ease this rock of ages

And let sweet silver waters flow

If King Solomon can marry the pharoah’s daughter

Why can’t I be with you that I love so

Take my hand upon the sand and walk beside the waters

Washing this pile of woe

Pile of woe, this whole world’s a mess of trouble

But now I’m looking out for rain with every grain of hope I sow

Ploughing this pile of woe

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