מילים לשיר Mistress Of The Salmon Salt – Blue Oyster Cult

Down in the garden district
Where the plants grow strong and tall
Who makes them strong and tall
Behind the bush there lurks a girl Villagers call her: quicklime girl
Behind the bush: quicklime girl
Behind her back: quicklime girl
She's the mistress of the salmon salt: quicklime girl By harvest time, she knows the score
In the fall when plants return
Ripe and ready to the eye
But rotten somehow to the core Villagers call her: quicklime girl
Behind her back: quicklime girl
Behind the bush: quicklime girl
She's the mistress of the salmon salt: quicklime girl
A harvest of life, or harvest of death One body of life, one body of death
And when you've gone and choked to death
I'll prepare the quicklime, friend
For your ripe and ready grave
With laughter and a little step And the planting's almost done
And fertile graves, it seems, exist
It's springtime now and cares subside
Lying listless in the sun
Within a mile of that duke's joint
The reduction of the many from the one
Where coast guard crews still take their leave
And the quick lime girl still plies her trade
Behind the bush: quicklime girl And they call her: quicklime girl
Behind her back: quicklime girl She's the mistress of the salmon salt: quicklime girl
A harvest of life, a harvest of death
Resumes it's course each day
Because it exists by schedule
And those that crawl, and those that chirp
A harvest to live, And next life's swans that seem to turn.