Needle Of Death
NEIL YOUNG · A Letter Home 2014 · Track 03 of 11
Written by Bert Jansch
When sadness fills your heart And sorrow hides the longing to be free When things go wrong each day You fix your mind to ó'€'˜scape your misery
Your troubled young life Had made you turn To a needle of death
How strange, your happy words Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone How tears have filled the eyes Of friends that you once had walked among
Your troubled young life Had made you turn To a needle of death
One grain of pure white snow Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain In peace your mind withdraws Your death so near your soul can't feel no pain
Your troubled young life Had made you turn To a needle of death
Your mother stands a'cryin' While to the earth your body's slowly cast Your father stands in silence Caressing every young dream of the past
Your troubled young life Had made you turn To a needle of death
Through ages, man's desires To free his mind, to release his very soul Has proved to all who live That death itself is freedom for evermore
And your troubled young life Will make you turn To a needle of death