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Al Duvall - The Maid Of The Marshes Lyrics

A willowy form
Rises up in the storm
The maid of the marshes revives in the rain
She'll drip on your bed
Seep into your head
And track her muddy feet across your brain, boy
Track her muddy feet across your brain

You hide in your room
From the thundering gloom
The lazy old river is climbing the stair
She floats in the flood
And singing for blood
Her cloud of pet mosquitos fills the air, boy
Her cloud of pet mosquitos fills the air

Soft Spanish moss trickles
Down her ashen face
Sharp stinging, damp-reeking
Locked in her embrace

The water recedes
While your company feeds
The storm lеaves a husk where your body has been
Thеy fly to arrive
At their amphibious hive
And piece you back together for their queen, boy
Piece you back together for their queen
Later in life
Your widowy wife
With the lover she took when you vanished from sight
Slowly proceeds
Through the rushes and weeds
And listens to your croaking in the night, boy
Listens to your croaking in the night, boy
Listens to your croaking in the night