Needle Of Death - Bert Jansch
When sadness fills your heart
And sorrow hides
The longing to be free
When things go wrong each day
You fix your mind to
Scape your misery
Your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To a needle of death
How strange your happy words
Have ceased to bring
A smile from everyone
How tears have filled the eyes
Of friends that you once
Had walked among
Your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To a needle of death
One grain of pure white snow
Dissolved in blood spread quickly
To your brain
In peace your mind withdraws
Your death's so near your soul
Can't feel no pain
Your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To a needle of death
Your mother stands acrying
While to the earth
Your body's slowly cast
Your father stands in silence
Caressing every young dream of the past
Your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To a needle of death
Needle Of Death - Bert Jansch
When sadness fills your heart
And sorrow hides
The longing to be free
When things go wrong each day
You fix your mind to
Scape your misery
Your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To a needle of death
How strange your happy words
Have ceased to bring
A smile from everyone
How tears have filled the eyes
Of friends that you once
Had walked among
Your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To a needle of death
One grain of pure white snow
Dissolved in blood spread quickly
To your brain
In peace your mind withdraws
Your death's so near your soul
Can't feel no pain
Your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To a needle of death
Your mother stands acrying
While to the earth
Your body's slowly cast
Your father stands in silence
Caressing every young dream of the past
Your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To a needle of death
