Bramble Rose

The ungrateful few who tangle inside
Don't care where they're born, they're growing up wild
The rain makes me thirsty and fighting to go
My mind turns determined, dark as a storm.

So my love has grown as sharp as a bramble rose
Like a real good woman nobody knows.

I get so ashamed for making you blue
I come back to this porch to make it all up to you
The rain's got me thirsty, falling wasteful and slow
I'm restless enough, I'm so scared to go.

So her love has turned as hard as a bramble rose
She's a real good woman nobody knows.

Do you think she'll be happy out on the wind?
Do you think she'll get halfway 'fore it's raining again?
Will she find that I'm true when it's hardest to be
Or will the notions she follows have all turned on me?

Once her love has blown as far as a bramble rose
Just a real good woman nobody knows.