I want you
O the sleepless night the day returns O the petty rounds of chores And irritating concerns and Duties,
Tis of a region desolate And wild, Of black whirling waters Like a drowning lake,. Tis of storming days I so
On the dark side of The road, To see a soggy toad, With my heart and Soul,
It was Liverpool Mersey beats Forty five singles For us all to sing In the cavern misty
O the the child the seed the grain Of corn! O the acorns on the hill O for each separate end is born O in seasons fits and stills
Sharp casts of irons Hell of slaves To the sea God on earth Thy cried blind