I sway in an ill wind, now I see there’s a day coming
Darling, the stream is softly calling to me
And even as I sway I can feel overhead
The gods expiring
Now as the stomach’s torn from the waist of a body burning
Darling, I’m yearning for that milk of kindness
And even as I see my pathetic Calvary
I swear I will be happy

‘Til the stream runs dry
Lord, I don’t want to die
But hang my up to dry
And I’ll cry “suffering”

No sooner had I convalesced than I went out to see
What misery I could collect and gather over me
Veronica, she wiped my face, Simon held my glass
I fell into the roses, lay weeping in the grass
Bеnd me down and lay me low, ravage mе and let me go
A Judas and a saviour sucking on the same stone
I came to the arid gulch, moonlight in the cold garden
When I tell you the rain came down like nails…

‘Til the stream runs dry
Lord I don’t want to die
But hang me up to dry
And I’m nothing and no-one
I sway in an ill wind, now I see there’s a day coming
Darling, the stream is softly calling to me
And even as I sway I can feel overhead
The gods expiring
Now as the stomach’s torn from the waist of a body burning
Darling, I’m yearning for that milk of kindness
And even as I see my pathetic Calvary
I swear I will be happy

And that’s what you get, yeah, that’s what you get
Hung up on the hill, ill wind blowing
Dark was the night, cold was on the ground
Bitter was the beauty of the stream that I had found

And I will be happy
And I will be happy
And I will be happy
And I will be happy
And I will be happy
And I will be happy
And I will be happy
And I will be happy
And I will be happy
And I will be happy
And I will be happy
And I will be happy
‘til the stream runs dry