Oh you rush and you runnTo the ends of the earthnIs your work ever donenOh and what is it worthnBlood on your handsnKilling a dead mannTime and againnTime and againnnOh this curse of your namenAint no shower of stonesnThat’ll wash it awaynSo ya wander alonennBlood on your handsnKilling a dead man time and againnTime and againnTime and againnnKnelt by the low waters and weptnSpilt every lastnSecret ya keptnnOh my troublesome twinnOn the verge of collapsenWill this night put an endnTo your sorrow at lastnnBlood on your handsnKilling a dead man time and againnTime and againnTime and againnTime and againn