I am of an age where one sleeps here and there
The only beds I dream of are train station chairs
I’ve buried all my clothes in a small rented trunk
I’ve killed off ma and pa
Oh how I want to set upon the lonely windy road
A girl of snow-white hair grown so old
He I loved, he doesn’t know me anymore
Far away he lives, just too far to adore
Upon love’s ashes high where the volcano roars
He’ll make his way home tomorrow
Oh how I want to set upon the lonely windy road
A girl of snow-white hair grown so old
Oh how I want to set upon the lonely windy road
A girl of snow-white hair grown so old
A girl of snow-white hair grown so old
A girl of snow-white hair grown so old
A girl of snow-white hair grown so old