Six years passed
Six boxes to carry them in
Six crooked miles walked
Six broken stiles crossed
Six widows weeping
Six widows weeping

Six sinking moons
Six wounds
Six notches
Six muddy crutches broken in two

So rolled the years of mah springtime, so slow
So rolled the years of mah springtime, so slow

Six years passed
Six boxes to carry them in
Six crooked miles walked
Six broken stiles crossed
Six widows weeping
Six widows weeping

Six sinking moons
Six wounds
Six notches
Six muddy crutches broken in two

So rolled the years of mah springtime, so slow
So rolled the years of mah springtime, so slow

So rolled the years of mah springtime
So rolled the years of mah springtime

© tekst en muziek: Nick Cave - Flowers