Days of Rum

She'd know in her time
She was young
And yearned to die
She'd gaze at the light
In the corner in the night
And the men would come to her
In the dead of old winter
In the doldrums it was fine
To touch her body and her mind
Singing, dumb-diddy-dumb
Days of fun, days of rum
Singing, dumb-diddy-dumb
Days of fun, days of rum
Scarlet in the wine
Raise the bloody vine
Oh, she'd know in her time
She was young
And yearned to die
But the roses never came
She was just some winter grain
And in her bed, she lay
As she dreamt of a dying day
Singing, dumb-diddy-dumb
Days of fun, days of rum
Singing, dumb-diddy-dumb
Days of fun, days of rum