Catherine de barrayou’ve murdered my thinking
I gave you my heartyou left the thing stinking
I’d break from your spell if it weren’t for my drinking
And the wind bites more bitter with each light of morning.
I envy the roadthe ground you tread under
I envy the windyour hair riding over
I envy the pillow your head rests and slumbers
I envy to murderous envy your lover
’til the light shines on me
I damn to hell every second you breath
I envy
Oh my catherine
For your eyes smiling
And your mouth singing
With time I’d have won you
With wile I’d have won you
For your mouth singing
