Song | A Campfire Song |
Artist | 10,000 Maniacs |
Album | Trilogy |
A lie to say, "O my mountain has coal veins and beds to dig | |
500 men with axes and they all dig for me" | |
A lie to say, "O my river where many fish do swim | |
Half of the catch is mine when you haul your nets in" | |
Oh no never will he believe that | |
His greed has a blinding ray | |
No devil or redeemer will cheat him | |
He'll take his gold to where he's lying cold | |
A lie to say, "O my mine gave a diamond big as a fist | |
But with every gem in his pocket, the jewels he has missed†| |
A lie to say, "O my garden is growing taller by the day | |
He only eats the best and tosses the rest away†| |
Oh no never will he believe that | |
His greed has a blinding ray | |
No devil or redeemer can cheat him | |
He'll take his gold where he's lying cold | |
Six deep in the grave | |
(His oldest pain and fear in life) | |
Something is out of reach | |
Something he wanted | |
(There'll not be time) | |
(His oldest pain and fear in life) | |
Something is out of reach | |
He's being taunted | |
(There'll not be time, oh no) | |
Something is out of reach | |
(Hey, hey) | |
That he can't beg or steal | |
(Nor can he buy) | |
A lie to say "O my forest has trees that block the sun | |
And when I cut them down I don't answer to anyone" | |
No, no, no, never will he believe that | |
His greed has a blinding ray | |
No devil or redeemer can cheat him | |
Take his gold where he's lying cold | |
La la la la la la | |
La la la la la la | |
Oh, la la la, la la la la la la la | |
Love me, love me, love me, love me now |
A lie to say, " O my mountain has coal veins and beds to dig | |
500 men with axes and they all dig for me" | |
A lie to say, " O my river where many fish do swim | |
Half of the catch is mine when you haul your nets in" | |
Oh no never will he believe that | |
His greed has a blinding ray | |
No devil or redeemer will cheat him | |
He' ll take his gold to where he' s lying cold | |
A lie to say, " O my mine gave a diamond big as a fist | |
But with every gem in his pocket, the jewels he has missed | |
A lie to say, " O my garden is growing taller by the day | |
He only eats the best and tosses the rest away | |
Oh no never will he believe that | |
His greed has a blinding ray | |
No devil or redeemer can cheat him | |
He' ll take his gold where he' s lying cold | |
Six deep in the grave | |
His oldest pain and fear in life | |
Something is out of reach | |
Something he wanted | |
There' ll not be time | |
His oldest pain and fear in life | |
Something is out of reach | |
He' s being taunted | |
There' ll not be time, oh no | |
Something is out of reach | |
Hey, hey | |
That he can' t beg or steal | |
Nor can he buy | |
A lie to say " O my forest has trees that block the sun | |
And when I cut them down I don' t answer to anyone" | |
No, no, no, never will he believe that | |
His greed has a blinding ray | |
No devil or redeemer can cheat him | |
Take his gold where he' s lying cold | |
La la la la la la | |
La la la la la la | |
Oh, la la la, la la la la la la la | |
Love me, love me, love me, love me now |