

(hummmm) (ahhhh) Down in the mud,
down in the clay...
The river's high, the wood is cold A heavy debt that can't
be sold I drag my feet through shallow silt Under the weight
of what we built
Oh,
rising water, take my name
Wash the ashes, bury the shame I'm going down,
down to the floor
They don't knock on this door no more
The black gum tree is dripping moss The hunter counts his heavy
loss No silver coin,
no golden thread Just iron chains upon the bed
Oh,
rising water, take my name
Wash the ashes, bury the shame I'm going down,
down to the floor
They don't knock on this door no
more
Give me the spade,
give me the stone
Leave me to find this path alone...
(hummmm) Down in the mud... (ahhhh)
Just let it fade...