Woman's Lament Lyrics - Meet Me At Midnite - Maria Muldaur

One day I was walking, I heard a complaining 

And saw an old woman the picture of gloom 

She gazed at the mud on her doorstep ('twas raining) 

And this was her song as she wielded her broom 

Life is a trial and love is a trouble 

Beauty will fade and riches will flee 

Pleasures they dwindle and prices they double 

And nothing is as I would wish it to be. 

There's too much of worriment goes to a bonnet 

There's too much of ironing goes to a shirt 

There's nothing that pays for the time you waste on it 

There's nothing that last us but trouble and dirt. 

Life is a trial and love is a trouble 

Beauty will fade and riches will flee 

Pleasures they dwindle and prices they double 

And nothing is as I would wish it to be. 

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In March it is mud, it is slush in December 

The midsummer breezes are loaded with dust 

In fall the leaves litter, in muddy September 

The wall paper rots and the candlesticks rust 

Life is a trial and love is a trouble 

Beauty will fade and riches will flee 

Pleasures they dwindle and prices they double 

And nothing is as I would wish it to be. 

There are worms on the cherries and slugs on the roses 

And ants in the sugar and mice in the pies 

The rubbish of spiders no mortal supposes 

And ravaging roaches and damaging flies 

Life is a trial and love is a trouble 

Beauty will fade and riches will flee 

Pleasures they dwindle and prices they double 

And nothing is as I would wish it to be. 

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It's sweeping at six and it's dusting at seven 

It's victuals at eight and it's dishes at nine 

It's potting and panning form ten to eleven 

We scarce break our fast till we plan how to dine 

Life is a trial and love is a trouble 

Beauty will fade and riches will flee 

Pleasures they dwindle and prices they double 

And nothing is as I would wish it to be. 

With grease and with grime from corner to center 

Forever at war and forever alert 

No rest for a day lest the enemy enter 

I spend my whole life in struggle with dirt 

Life is a trial and love is a trouble 

Beauty will fade and riches will flee 

Pleasures they dwindle and prices they double 

And nothing is as I would wish it to be. 

Last night in my dreams I was stationed forever 

On a far distant isle in the midst of the sea 

My one chance of life was a ceaseless endeavor 

To sweep off the waves as they swept over me 

Alas! Twas no dream; ahead I behold it 

I see I am helpless my fate to avert 

She lay down her broom, her apron she folded 

She lay down and died and was buried in dirt. 

Life is a trial and love is a trouble 

Beauty will fade and riches will flee 

Pleasures they dwindle and prices they double 

And nothing is as I would wish it to be.