'Til The Stream Runs Dry

I sway in an ill wind, now I see there's a day coming Darling, the stream is softly calling to me And even as I sway I can feel overheard The gods expiring Now as the stomach's torn from the waist of a body burning Darling, I'm yearning for that milk of kindness And even as I see my pathetic Calvary I swear I will be happy 'Til the stream runs dry Lord, I don't want to die But hang my up to dry And I'll cry "suffering" No sooner had I convalesced than I went out to see What misery I could collect and gather over me Veronica, she wiped my face, Simon held my glass I fell into the roses, lay weeping in the grass Bend me down and lay me low, ravage me and let me go A Judas and a saviour sucking on the same stone I came to the arid gulch, moonlight in the cold garden When I tell you the rain came down like nails 'Til the stream runs dry Lord I don't want to die But hang me up to dry And I'm nothing and no-one I sway in an ill wind, now I see there's a day coming Darling, the stream is softly calling to me And even as I sway I can feel overheard The gods expiring Now as the stomach's torn from the waist of a body burning Darling, I'm yearning for that milk of kindness And even as I see my pathetic Calvary I swear I will be happy And that's what you get, yeah, that's what you get Hung up on the hill, ill wind blowing Dark was the night, cold was on the ground Bitter was the beauty of the stream that I had found And I will be happy I will be happy And I will be happy And I will be happy And I will be happy And I will be happy And I will be happy And I will be happy And I will be happy And I will be happy And I will be happy And I will be happy And I will be happy And I will be happy And I will be happy And I will be happy 'til the stream runs dry