Needle Of Death Lyrics - Bert Jansch - Bert Jansch

When sadness fills your heart 

And sorrow hides the longing to be free 

When things go wrong each day 

You fix your mind to 'scape your misery 

Your troubled young life 

Had made you turn 

To a needle of death 

How strange, your happy words 

Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone 

How tears have filled the eyes 

Of friends that you once had walked among 

Your troubled young life 

Had made you turn 

To a needle of death 

One grain of pure white snow 

Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain 

In peace your mind withdraws 

Your death so near your soul can't feel no pain 

Your troubled young life 

Had made you turn 

To a needle of death 

Your mother stands a'cryin' 

While to the earth your body's slowly cast 

Your father stands in silence 

Caressing every young dream of the past 

Your troubled young life 

Had made you turn 

To a needle of death 

Through ages, man's desires 

To free his mind, to release his very soul 

Has proved to all who live 

That death itself is freedom for evermore 

And your troubled young life 

Will make you turn 

To a needle of death