Catherine

I'd break from your spell if it weren't for my drinking
And the wind bites more bitter with each light of morning.
I envy the road, the ground you tread under,
I envy the wind, your hair riding over,
I envy the pillow your head rests and slumbers,
I envy to murderous envy your lover
'til the light shines on me
I damn to hell every second you breath
I envy
Oh my Catherine
For your eyes smiling
And your mouth singing
With time I'd have won you
With wile I'd have won you