Song Of Joy lyrics

Artist  : Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds 
Song : Song Of Joy
 


Have mercy on me, sir
Allow me to impose on
you
I have no place to stay
And my bones
are cold right through
I will tell you a
story
Of a man and his family
And I swear
that it is true

Ten years ago I met a girl
named Joy
She was a sweet and happy
thing
Her eyes were bright blue jewels
And
we were married in the spring
I had no idea
what happiness and little love could bring
Or
what life had in store
But all things move
toward their end
All things move toward their
their end
On that you can be sure

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Then one morning I awoke to find
her weeping
And for many days to follow
She
grew so sad and lonely
Became Joy in name
only
Within her breast there launched an
unnamed sorrow
And a dark and grim force set
sail
* Farewell happy fields *
* Where joy
forever dwells *
* Hail horrors hail
*

Was it an act of contrition or some
awful premonition
As if she saw into the heart
of her final blood-soaked night
Those lunatic
eyes, that hungry kitchen knife
Ah, I see sir,
that I have your attention!
Well, could it
be?
How often I've asked that
question
Well, then in quick succession
We
had babies, one, two, three

We called them
Hilda, Hattie and Holly
They were their
mother's children
Their eyes were bright blue
jewels
And they were quiet as a mouse
There
was no laughter in the house
No, not from
Hilda, Hattie or Holly
"No wonder", people
said, "poor mother Joy's so melancholy"
Well,
one night there came a visitor to our little
home
I was visiting a sick friend
I was a
doctor then
Joy and the girls were on their
own

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Joy had been bound
with electrical tape
In her mouth a
gag
She'd been stabbed repeatedly
And
stuffed into a sleeping bag
In their very cots
my girls were robbed of their lives
Method of
murder much the same as my wife's
Method of
murder much the same as my wife's
It was
midnight when I arrived home
Said to the
police on the telephone
Someone's taken four
innocent lives

They never caught the
man
He's still on the loose
It seems he has
done many many more
Quotes John Milton on the
walls in the victim's blood
The police are
investigating at tremendous cost
In my house
he wrote * "his red right hand" *
That, I'm
told is from Paradise Lost
The wind round here
gets wicked cold
But my story is nearly
told
I fear the morning will bring quite a
frost

And so I've left my home
I drift
from land to land
I am upon your step and you
are a family man
Outside the vultures
wheel
The wolves howl, the serpents
hiss
And to extend this small favour,
friend
Would be the sum of earthly bliss
Do
you reckon me a friend?
* The sun to me is
dark *
* And silent as the moon *
Do you,
sir, have a room?
Are you beckoning me
in?

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