Cry, Cry, Cry (Me a River) - Susan Firing

    There's a woman on the corner
    She is carrying the weight
    Of a child a man has left her
    'cause his love just couldn't wait
    There's a tree on ninety-first street
    leaves like tears that streak her cheek
    Falling lightly on the door stoop
    Love is gone and talk is cheap

    Cry, Cry, Cry me a river,
    Cry, Cry, Cry me a stream
    Cry, Cry, Cry me a shower
    To wash me from this dirty dream.

    The man in black said keep the baby
    From the grips that Hell employs
    So she did what the good book told her
    let them talk away her choice

    She thought the child would make her happy
    Dress it up just like a doll
    But all it does is cry like she does
    All she turns to is the wall

    [Repeat Chorus]

    So she saunters toward the mirror
    Brings her face up to the glass
    Eyes like buoys in salt water
    Will this aching ever pass?

    She says "God I've got to leave the city
    Where my fresh milk has gone sour
    But I'm trapped Ain't it a pity
    Pulled all the petals off my flower."

    © Susan Firing


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