Mistress Of The Salmon Salt Lyrics - Blue Oyster Cult

In the garden district 

Where the plants grow strong and tall 

Behind the bush there lurks a girl 

Who makes them strong and tall 

The villagers call her 

Quicklime girl........behind her back 

Quicklime girl........behind the bush 

Quicklime girl 

She's the mistress of the salmon salt 

Quicklime girl 

Quicklime girl 

Quicklime girl 

In the fall when plants return 

By harvest time she knows the score 

Ripe and ready to the eye 

Yet rotten somehow to the core 

And they call her 

Quicklime girl........behind her back 

Quicklime girl........behind the bush 

Quicklime girl 

She's the mistress of the salmon salt 

Quicklime girl 

Quicklime girl 

Quicklime girl 

A harvest of life a harvest of death 

One body of life one body of death 

And when you've gone and choked to death 

With laughter and a little step 

I'll prepare the quicklime, friend 

For your ripe and ready grave 

For your ripe and ready grave 

It's springtime now and cares subside 

And the planning's almost done 

And fertile graves it seems exist 

Within a mile of that duke's joint 

Where coast guard crews still take their leave 

Quite listless in the sun 

And the quicklime girl still plies her trade 

The reduction of the many from the one 

And they call her 

Quicklime girl........behind her back 

Quicklime girl........behind the bush 

Quicklime girl 

She's the mistress of the salmon salt 

Quicklime girl 

Quicklime girl........they call her 

Quicklime girl