hard to tell

For you I am gangster
A poison in a well
A body worn from fighting wars
It may be hard to tell
I was a girl of blush and vigour
And my youth I left with summer
Bring me back to your first home
And marry me under its trees
Our pain we leave behind us
And our fortunes come in threes
Like a husk I shed at winters end
I step outside this shell
My skin is new and shining
It may be hard to tell
I was a sailor grooved with tattooed blue
And Ive crossed the sea for you
Bring me back to your first home
And marry me under its trees
Our pain we leave behind us
And our fortunes come in threes
Bring me back to your first home
And marry me under its trees
Our pain we leave behind us
And our fortunes come in threes