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Upon the sand, the bay
"There is a and easy way", you say
you illustrate
I'd state

I'm not the man you I am
I'm not the man you I am
And sorrow's son
He will not smile for
And girls make graves

End of the pier, end of the bay
You tug my arm, and say, "Give in to
up to lust, oh Heaven knows
We'll be dust"

Oh, I'm not the man you I am
I'm not the man you I am
And sorrow's son
He not rise for anyone
And pretty girls graves

Oh

I could have been wild and I could have free
But nature played this on me
She wants it now and she will not
But too rough and I'm too delicate

on the sand
Another man, he her hand
A smile lights up her face
And well, it

I lost my in womanhood
I lost my in womanhood
I my faith

Hand in
The sun out of our behinds