When I came down to your riverside And saw you standing there Pocketful of Moonbeams You had henna in your hair And I never felt so lonely Got the feeling I can't shed It might seem like a premonition But you're a long time dead Gonna be a long time dead Misery the devil's in my head The seasons had already turned The wind began to howl A change of fortune is what I need And there was little doubt That they had never heard my testimony Not a single word I said Well the judge he whispered in my ear Gonna be a long time dead Gonna be a long time dead Misery the devil's in my head When I came down to your riverside And saw you standing there Pocketful of Moonbeams You had henna in your hair And I never felt so lonely Got the feeling I can't shed It might seem like a premonition But you're a long time dead Gonna be a long time dead Misery the devil's in my head
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