Poor Mouth
Bert Jansch
Rain in the summer
Rain in the fall
Rain in the springtime's
The best time of all
You who speak good English
Have all that you need
But a strange tongue's a burden
A poor mouth to feed
Potatoes in the morning
Potatoes at night
Potatoes when you're hungry
They make you feel all right
All right
Poor mouth
I have climbed the misty mountains
Through river, rain and flood
And what I brought home with me
I have paid for with my blood
Why bring your God and strange ways
To where troubles thrive and breed
For a strange tongue's a burden
A poor mouth indeed
Potatoes in the morning
Potatoes at night
Potatoes when you're hungry
Make you feel all right
All right
Poor mouth