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