Eliza Rickman
Maker of My Sorrow
A good man is hard to find
What’s his is yours and mine to throw
He had an angry head
He had a heavy heart to hold
Poisoning the spring with an orchid
In his hand
And a shadow on his thumb
In the barrel of a gun
Me, I will find my love
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Lord knows, where did he go?
Keeper of my heart’s joy
Maker of my sorrow
A good man is hard to find
God knows how I have tried repose
Give me my aching head
Give me my broken heart and cold
Woman cannot hold with a diamond
On my hand
And the water on my tongue
In the barrel of a gun
Me, I resign my love
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Lord knows, where did he go?
Keeper of my heart’s joy
Maker of my sorrow
Dеaler of my heavy hand
Healеr of my wounded heart
Lord knows, where did he go?
Lord knows, where did he go?
Lord knows, where did he go?