When i came down to your riverside
and saw you standing there
pocketful of moonbeams
you had henna in your hair
and i never felt so lonely
got the feeling i can't shed
it might seem like a premonition
but you're a long time dead
gonna be a long time dead
misery the devil's in my head
the seasons had already turned
the wind began to howl
a change of fortune is what i need
and there was little doubt
that they had never heard my testimony
not a single word i said
well the judge he whispered in my ear
gonna be a long time dead
gonna be a long time dead
misery the devil's in my head
when i came down to your riverside
and saw you standing there
pocketful of moonbeams
you had henna in your hair
and i never felt so lonely
got the feeling i can't shed
it might seem like a premonition
but you're a long time dead
gonna be a long time dead
misery the devil's in my head