Down in the willow garden Where me and my love did meet, As we set there a courtin', My love fell off to sleep. I had a bottle of burgundy wine, My love she did not know. So I poisoned that dear little girl On the banks below. I drew a saber through her, It was a bloody knife, I threw her in the river, Which was a dreadful sight. My father oft had told me That money would set me free If I would murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly. My father sits at his cabin door, Wiping his tear dimmed eyes, For his only son soon shall walk To yonder scaffold high. My race is run beneath the sun, The scaffold now waits for me, For I did murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connelly.

I was riding, I was riding home The sun, the sun, the sun was rising from the field I got a feeling I just can't shake I got a feeling that just won't go away You've got to just keep on pushing Keep on pushing it Push the sky away And if your friends think that you should do it different And if they think that you should do it the same You've got to just keep on pushing Keep on pushing Push the sky away And if you feel you got everything you came for If you got everything and you don't want no more You've got to just keep on pushing Keep on pushing Push the sky away Some people say it's just rock and roll Oh but it gets you right down to your soul You've got to just keep on pushing Keep on pushing Push the sky away You've got to just keep on pushing Keep on pushing Push the sky away

It's difficult. It's very tough. I said to the man who'd been sleeping rough To sit within a fragrant breeze All among the nodding trees That hang heavy with the stuff He threw his arms around my neck He brushed the tear from my cheek And held my soft white hand He was an understanding man He did not even barely hardly speak Easy money Rain it down on the wife and the kids Rain it down on the house where we live Rain until you got nothing left to give And rain that ever-loving stuff down on me All the things for which my heart yearns Gives joy in diminishing returns He kissed me on the mouth His hands they headed south And my cheek it burned Money, man, it is a bitch The poor, they spoil it for the rich With my face pressed in the clover I wondered when this would be over And at home we are all so guilty-sad Easy money Pour it down the open drain Pour it all through my veins Pour it down, yeah, let it rain And pour that ever-loving stuff down on me Now, I'm sitting pretty down on the bank Life shuffles past at a low interest rate In the money-coloured meadows And all the interesting shadows They leap up, then dissipate Easy money Easy money Easy money Rain it down on the wife and the kids Rain it down on the house where we live Rain it down until you got nothing left to give And rain that ever-loving stuff down on me