Withered And Died

Richard Thompson

This cruel country has driven me down

Teased me and lied, teased me and lied

I've only sad stories to tell to this town

My dreams have withered and died

Once I was bending the tops of the trees

Kind words in my ear, kind faces to see

Then I struck up with a boy from the West,

Played run and hide, played run and hide.

Count one to ten and he's gone with the rest

My dreams have withered and died

Silver moon sail up and silver moon shine

On the waters so wide, waters so wide

Steal from the bed of some good friend of mine

My dreams are withered and died

If I was a butterfly, live for a day,

I could be free just blowing away

This cruel country has driven me down

Teased me and lied, teased me and lied

I've only sad stories to tell to this town

My dreams have withered and died