Make Your Bed

Make your bed the river, young girl Make your bed the river, young girl La la la la la la Make your bed the river, young girl Did you come here to meet him, my dear? You're surprised to find only me Well, I put him to rest at the bend in the river And the same I require of thee I'm thick with disease in my madness Only one thought pacifies me That the murky, black water grinds your bones to sand When the catfish have stripped off your hide Make your bed the river, young girl Make your bed the river, young girl I know you can't swim, but I'll tuck you in Make your bed the river, young girl So go down as his trembling bride For to quell all hell's fury inside me And if there's a chance that the Lord recognizes you Pray he has more mercy than I Make your bed the river, young girl Make your bed the river, young girl I know you can't swim, but I'll tuck you in Make your bed the river, young girl Make your bed the river, young girl