Lady Night

 

Some evil times the wrath becomes me 
Sometimes it plays with my guitars 
It always moves smoothly down my strings 
Passes me on to a new disguise 
But never shall the wrath become me 
Never shall it spill the wine 

Or dine upon my childish little gown 
Meant to erase your bloody evening frown 
Skip the sorries and don't matters 
forget about my soul's shatters 
leave me be with the evil sun 
the good moon must outrun

 

(Mrs. Tambourine)