Leonard Cohen - Diamonds in the Mine lyrics
[Leonard Cohen - Diamonds in the Mine lyrics]
The woman in blue, she's asking for revenge
The man in white - that's you
- says he has no friends
The river is swollen up with rusty cans
And the trees are burning
In your promised land
And there are no letters in the mailbox
And there are no grapes upon the vine
And there are no chocolates
In the boxes anymore
And there are no diamonds in the mine
Well, you tell me that your
Lover has a broken limb
You say you're kind of restless now
And it's on account of him
Well, I saw the man in question
It was just the other night
He was eating up a lady where
The lions and Christians fight
And there are no letters in the mailbox
And there are no grapes upon the vine
And there are no chocolates
In your boxes anymore
And there are no diamonds in the mine
Ah, there is no comfort in
The covens of the witch
Some very clever doctor went
And sterilized the bitch
And the only man of energy
Yes the revolution's pride
He trained a hundred women just
To kill an unborn child
And there are no letters in the mailbox
Oh no, there are no grapes upon your vine
And there are
There are no chocolates in your boxes anymore
And there are no diamonds in your mine
And there are no letters in the mailbox
And there are no grapes upon the vine
And there are no chocolates
In your boxes anymore
And there are no diamonds in your mine
That's all I got to say
The man in white - that's you
- says he has no friends
The river is swollen up with rusty cans
And the trees are burning
In your promised land
And there are no letters in the mailbox
And there are no grapes upon the vine
And there are no chocolates
In the boxes anymore
And there are no diamonds in the mine
Well, you tell me that your
Lover has a broken limb
You say you're kind of restless now
And it's on account of him
Well, I saw the man in question
It was just the other night
He was eating up a lady where
The lions and Christians fight
And there are no letters in the mailbox
And there are no grapes upon the vine
And there are no chocolates
In your boxes anymore
And there are no diamonds in the mine
Ah, there is no comfort in
The covens of the witch
Some very clever doctor went
And sterilized the bitch
And the only man of energy
Yes the revolution's pride
He trained a hundred women just
To kill an unborn child
And there are no letters in the mailbox
Oh no, there are no grapes upon your vine
And there are
There are no chocolates in your boxes anymore
And there are no diamonds in your mine
And there are no letters in the mailbox
And there are no grapes upon the vine
And there are no chocolates
In your boxes anymore
And there are no diamonds in your mine
That's all I got to say