Song | Needle Of Death |
Artist | Bert Jansch |
Album | Three Chord Trick |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
When sadness fills your heart | |
And sorrow hides the longing to be free | |
When things go wrong each day | |
You fix your mind to âscape your misery | |
Your troubled young life | |
Had made you turn | |
To a needle of death | |
How strange, your happy words | |
Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone | |
How tears have filled the eyes | |
Of friends that you once had walked among | |
Your troubled young life | |
Had made you turn | |
To a needle of death | |
One grain of pure white snow | |
Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain | |
In peace your mind withdraws | |
Your death so near your soul can't feel no pain | |
Your troubled young life | |
Had made you turn | |
To a needle of death | |
Your mother stands a'cryin' | |
While to the earth your body's slowly cast | |
Your father stands in silence | |
Caressing every young dream of the past | |
Your troubled young life | |
Had made you turn | |
To a needle of death | |
Through ages, man's desires | |
To free his mind, to release his very soul | |
Has proved to all who live | |
That death itself is freedom for evermore | |
And your troubled young life | |
Will make you turn | |
To a needle of death |
When sadness fills your heart | |
And sorrow hides the longing to be free | |
When things go wrong each day | |
You fix your mind to scape your misery | |
Your troubled young life | |
Had made you turn | |
To a needle of death | |
How strange, your happy words | |
Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone | |
How tears have filled the eyes | |
Of friends that you once had walked among | |
Your troubled young life | |
Had made you turn | |
To a needle of death | |
One grain of pure white snow | |
Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain | |
In peace your mind withdraws | |
Your death so near your soul can' t feel no pain | |
Your troubled young life | |
Had made you turn | |
To a needle of death | |
Your mother stands a' cryin' | |
While to the earth your body' s slowly cast | |
Your father stands in silence | |
Caressing every young dream of the past | |
Your troubled young life | |
Had made you turn | |
To a needle of death | |
Through ages, man' s desires | |
To free his mind, to release his very soul | |
Has proved to all who live | |
That death itself is freedom for evermore | |
And your troubled young life | |
Will make you turn | |
To a needle of death |
When sadness fills your heart | |
And sorrow hides the longing to be free | |
When things go wrong each day | |
You fix your mind to scape your misery | |
Your troubled young life | |
Had made you turn | |
To a needle of death | |
How strange, your happy words | |
Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone | |
How tears have filled the eyes | |
Of friends that you once had walked among | |
Your troubled young life | |
Had made you turn | |
To a needle of death | |
One grain of pure white snow | |
Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain | |
In peace your mind withdraws | |
Your death so near your soul can' t feel no pain | |
Your troubled young life | |
Had made you turn | |
To a needle of death | |
Your mother stands a' cryin' | |
While to the earth your body' s slowly cast | |
Your father stands in silence | |
Caressing every young dream of the past | |
Your troubled young life | |
Had made you turn | |
To a needle of death | |
Through ages, man' s desires | |
To free his mind, to release his very soul | |
Has proved to all who live | |
That death itself is freedom for evermore | |
And your troubled young life | |
Will make you turn | |
To a needle of death |