Come To The River

My harp is tuned to the mourning wind My flute to the voice that weeps within And I taught the widows' hearts to sing You're such a nasty little girl If you wanna taste the water Gotta come to the river If you wanna taste the water Gotta drown, drown, drown Turned back, had a fall from grace Now we find each other face to face The wells you drank from all ran dry Now you are standing all alone If you wanna taste the water Gotta come to the river If you wanna taste the water Gotta come to the river I hope this letter finds you well You're such a nasty little girl