Lyrics
There's a boy in a room with a wind in the flue
And a bed for his bride and a deepening night
Crossing my heart, hoping to die
If wishes were horses beggars would ride
Says the boy to his bride, come and lay by my side
Says the wind to the rain, gonna blow you away
Crossing my heart, hoping to die
If wishes were horses beggars would ride
Crossing my heart, hoping to die
If wishes were horses beggars would ride
Crossing my heart, hoping to die
If wishes were horses beggars would ride