Catherine de barra, youve murdered my thinking
I gave you my heart, you left the thing stinking
Id break from your spell if it werent 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 Id have won you
With wile Id have won you
For your mouth singing