A Bed of River Mud

Make for me a bed Where I can lay my head And drown my thoughts and Cut away my tongue A bed of river mud Lent by thankless mountain ice To the field Where cheerful children Made trophies of their wives Trophies of their wives All the specimens I am are Specified to toil That all the hands and feet are laid Upon the mattress coil Upon the mattress coil Take away for me the bricks And return them to before When they were stone and water mixed And ready to be poured Ready to be poured Make for me a bed Where I can lay my head And drown my thoughts and Cut away my tongue A bed of river mud A bed of river mud A bed of river mud A bed of river mud A bed of river mud A bed of river mud A bed of river mud A bed of river mud A bed of river mud A bed of river mud