Return from me mother, 'cause you love your man   and I am your daughter, you've given my hand   and you've twisted my arm   and you've shown me the road ahead   thank God, you've shown me the road ahead      His arms locked in mine I find us this morning   my eyes pushed protruding      Oh, the wine you poured to my husband and me   when may I taste it again, ma?   Tap on the door and leave it outside in the hall      My eyes stay a-bursting   the glow and the smell from my fair skin   now tainted before planks I know well   each creak and each crevice   the curve of a cask at my back, oh lord   spigot, chapped lips, small and cracked       Oh come jabbing again, old companion   let's, children, together, let's let 'em thrive in the cellar