[00:00.80]Did the wine make her dream
[00:05.85]Of the far distant spring
[00:11.37]Or a bed full of hens
[00:16.62]Or the ghost of a friend
[00:22.25]All the while that she wept
[00:27.17]She had a gun by her bed
[00:32.73]And a letter he wrote
[00:38.24]From a dry  foundered boat
[00:43.56]And the train track will take
[00:48.74]All the wounded ones home
[00:54.98]And I'll be alone
[00:59.64]Fare thee well Sara Jones
[01:05.34]Now we lie on the floor
[01:10.57]While the radio war
[01:16.01]Finds its way through the air
[01:21.50]Of the dead market square
[01:26.79]And the beast never seen
[01:32.23]Licks its red talons clean
[01:37.53]Sara curses the coldSara
[01:43.03]"No more snow  no more snow  no more snow"