Come on baby stop your cryin'  You know you shouldn't bother so  Didn't your momma ever tell you  This world's a pile of woe    What's been born is busy dyin'  Our fortunes with the four winds blow  Don't dread the night, don't fear the morrow  Don't let this bed of sorrow grow    You're the green light in the deep wood and it's drifting autmumn view  Please don't' take my comfort and go  Let's break it down together, and turn it over slow  Ploughin' this pile of woe    Oh, flowers in the green fields  Purple yellow white and blue  Wicked, we're forever thieving  And weeping willows crying too  You know some mother lost her daughter  Some brother lost his guiding light  Who hears the silent shadows wailing  In the hollow of the night    But if you hear a sweet song on a bright afternoon  And meet me at the head of a road  We'll sing it shade to shade all up and down the tune  Ploughing this pile of woe  Pile of woe, this whole world's a mess of trouble    But now I'm looking out for rain with every grain of hope I sow  Ploughing this pile of woe    They say that we two are too different  You're a jewel and I'm a thief  But a thief takes for the taking  And darling I want you to keep  They say we don't have any money  But what we got's what they don't know  I'd better ease this rock of ages  And let sweet silver waters flow    And if King Solomon can marry the pharoah's daughter  Why can't I be with you that I love so  Take my hand upon the sand and walk beside the waters  Washing this pile of woe    Pile of woe, this whole world's a mess of trouble    But now I'm looking out for rain with every grain of hope I sow  Ploughing this pile of woe