the downs And little white clouds like gamboling lambs And I am breathless over you And the red-breasted robin beats his wings His throat it trembles when he sings
I'm glad you've come around here with your animals And your heart that is bruised but unbeaten And beating like a drum I will sit like a bird on a fence Sing
Big Jesus soulmates Trash Can fucking rotton business this bot feet in the bad-boot siff in the crypt, babay, like a rock rock-rock-rock Big-Jesus soul
rang. They all went sailing 'cross the lake And got swallered up by a big black snake There's bread and cheese upon the shelf If you want any more you can sing
up her girl-child lumps and slipping knots Into her laden boughs And amongst her roping limbs Like a swollen neck vein branching Into smaller lesser veins That must all just sing
sun broke through the trees "Dread the passage of Jesus, for he will not return" Then we headed back to our world and left the forest behind Our hearts singing
Words and music by Kaye - Weisman - Fuller "The Bad Seeds performed Cindy regularly in their live sets in 1990,and indeed on a TV appearance as well