The Cellar Song

Return from me mother, 'cause you love your man
 And I am your daughter, you've given my hand
 and you've twisted my arm
 And you've shown me the road ahead
 Thank god, you've shown me the road ahead
 His arms locked in mine I find us this morning
 My eyes pushed protruding by?
 Oh the wine you poured to my husband and me
 When may I taste it again, ma?
 Tap on the door and leave it outside in the hall
 My eyes stay a-bursting (?)
 The glow and the smell from
 My fair skin now tainted before planks I know well
 Each creak and each crevice
 The curve of a cask at my back, oh lord
 Spigot[?], chapped lips small and cracked
 O come? ing again, old companion
 Let's, children, together, let's let 'em thrive in the cellar.