[00:13.26]Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad[00:19.05]The river too weary to flood[00:24.42]The storming wind cut through to my skin[00:33.75]But she cut through to my blood[00:37.50]I was looking for trouble to tangle my line[00:43.29]But trouble came looking for me[00:48.48]I knew I was standing on treacherous ground[00:54.00]I was sinking too fast to run free[00:57.54]With her scheming, idle ways[01:04.95]She left me poor enough[01:10.38]The storming wind cut through to my skin[01:15.72]But she cut through to my blood[01:21.15]I would not be asking, I would not be seen[01:27.03]A-beggin’ on mountain or hill[01:31.68]But I’m ready and blind with my hands tied behind[01:38.34]I’ve neither a mind nor a will[01:42.78]With her scheming, idle ways[01:48.84]She left me poor enough[01:54.33]The storming wind cut through to my skin[01:59.88]But she cut through to my blood[02:07.77]It’s bitter the need of the poor ditching boy[02:13.50]He’ll always believe what they say[02:18.78]They tell him it’s hard to be honest and true[02:24.12]Does he mind if he doesn’t get paid?[02:30.00]With her scheming, idle ways[02:35.64]She left me poor enough[02:41.31]The storming wind cut through to my skin[02:48.03]But she cut through to my blood