Lyrics Richard Thompson

Richard Thompson

Bad News Is All The Wind Can Carry

This house is dark and shuttered

Luck has gone out the door

No daytime will shine

In this empty room no more

Bad news is all the wind can carry

I heard a sound one morning

I bowed my head to weep

I heard a man dig my love's grave

The hole was dark, the hole was deep

Bad news is all the wind can carry

Some people say she wandered

And that she had a price, likewise

I'll cut their tongues and hang 'em high

They'll rot away with all their lies

Bad news is all the wind can carry

I'll steal a boat and rig her

On course I'll tie the wheel

I'll lay down to the stars

Until the bottom meets the keel

Bad news is all the wind can carry