| Song | Pile of Woe |
| Artist | Laura Cantrell |
| Album | Not The Tremblin' Kind |
| 作曲 : Flood | |
| Come on baby stop your cryin' | |
| You know you shouldn't bother so | |
| Didn't your momma ever tell you | |
| This world's a pile of woe | |
| What's been born is busy dyin' | |
| Our fortunes with the four winds blow | |
| Don't dread the night, don't fear the morrow | |
| Don't let this bed of sorrow grow | |
| You're the green light in the deep wood and it's drifting autmumn view | |
| Please dont' take my comfort and go | |
| Let's break it down together, and turn it over slow | |
| Ploughin' this pile of woe | |
| Oh, flowers in the green fields | |
| Purple yellow white and blue | |
| Wicked, we're forever thieving | |
| And weeping willows crying too | |
| You know some mother lost her daughter | |
| Some brother lost his guiding light | |
| Who hears the silent shadows wailing | |
| In the hollow of the night | |
| But if you hear a sweet song on a bright afternoon | |
| And meet me at the head of a road | |
| We'll sing it shade to shade all up and down the tune | |
| Ploughing this pile of woe | |
| Pile of woe, this whole world's a mess of trouble | |
| But now I'm looking out for rain with every grain of hope | |
| I sow Ploughing this pile of woe they say that we two are too different | |
| You're a jewel and | |
| I'm a thief | |
| But a thief takes for the taking | |
| And darling | |
| I want you to keep | |
| They say we don't have any money | |
| But what we got's what they don't know | |
| I'd better ease this rock of ages | |
| And let sweet silver waters flow | |
| And if King | |
| Solomon can marry the pharoah's daughter | |
| Why can't | |
| I be with you that | |
| I love so | |
| Take my hand upon the sand and walk beside the waters | |
| Washing this pile of woe | |
| Pile of woe, this whole world's a mess of trouble | |
| But now I'm looking out for rain with every grain of hope | |
| I sow Ploughing this pile of woe |
| zuò qǔ : Flood | |
| Come on baby stop your cryin' | |
| You know you shouldn' t bother so | |
| Didn' t your momma ever tell you | |
| This world' s a pile of woe | |
| What' s been born is busy dyin' | |
| Our fortunes with the four winds blow | |
| Don' t dread the night, don' t fear the morrow | |
| Don' t let this bed of sorrow grow | |
| You' re the green light in the deep wood and it' s drifting autmumn view | |
| Please dont' take my comfort and go | |
| Let' s break it down together, and turn it over slow | |
| Ploughin' this pile of woe | |
| Oh, flowers in the green fields | |
| Purple yellow white and blue | |
| Wicked, we' re forever thieving | |
| And weeping willows crying too | |
| You know some mother lost her daughter | |
| Some brother lost his guiding light | |
| Who hears the silent shadows wailing | |
| In the hollow of the night | |
| But if you hear a sweet song on a bright afternoon | |
| And meet me at the head of a road | |
| We' ll sing it shade to shade all up and down the tune | |
| Ploughing this pile of woe | |
| Pile of woe, this whole world' s a mess of trouble | |
| But now I' m looking out for rain with every grain of hope | |
| I sow Ploughing this pile of woe they say that we two are too different | |
| You' re a jewel and | |
| I' m a thief | |
| But a thief takes for the taking | |
| And darling | |
| I want you to keep | |
| They say we don' t have any money | |
| But what we got' s what they don' t know | |
| I' d better ease this rock of ages | |
| And let sweet silver waters flow | |
| And if King | |
| Solomon can marry the pharoah' s daughter | |
| Why can' t | |
| I be with you that | |
| I love so | |
| Take my hand upon the sand and walk beside the waters | |
| Washing this pile of woe | |
| Pile of woe, this whole world' s a mess of trouble | |
| But now I' m looking out for rain with every grain of hope | |
| I sow Ploughing this pile of woe |