[00:46.50]In the garden district
[00:49.86]Where the plants grow strong and tall
[00:53.25]Behind the bush there lurks a girl
[00:57.00]Who makes them strong and tall
[01:01.17]The villagers call her
[01:02.28]Quicklime girl behind her back
[01:07.35]Quicklime girl behind the bush
[01:08.40]Quicklime girl
[01:12.63]She's the mistress of the salmon salt
[01:15.36]Quicklime girl
[01:15.69]Quicklime girl
[01:16.02]Quicklime girl
[01:25.44]In the fall when plants return
[01:28.23]By harvest time she knows the score
[01:32.19]Ripe and ready to the eye
[01:35.52]Yet rotten somehow to the core
[01:45.66]And they call her
[01:45.99]Quicklime girl behind her back
[01:46.89]Quicklime girl behind the bush
[01:47.91]Quicklime girl
[01:51.18]She's the mistress of the salmon salt
[01:54.81]Quicklime girl
[01:55.14]Quicklime girl
[01:55.59]Quicklime girl
[02:03.63]A harvest of life a harvest of death
[02:07.26]One body of life one body of death
[02:12.39]And when you've gone and choked to death
[02:14.34]With laughter and a little step
[02:18.36]I'll prepare the quicklime, friend
[02:21.03]For your ripe and ready grave
[02:24.48]For your ripe and ready grave
[03:13.26]It's springtime now and cares subside
[03:16.71]And the plannings almost done
[03:20.28]And fertile graves it seems exist
[03:23.46]Within a mile of that juke joint
[03:27.15]Where Coast Guard crews still take their leave
[03:30.36]Quite listless in the sun
[03:33.96]And the Quicklime girl still plies her trade
[03:37.68]Reduction of the many from the one
[03:47.55]And they call her
[03:47.88]Quicklime girl behind her back
[03:48.72]Quicklime girl behind the bush
[03:49.80]Quicklime girl
[03:52.83]Well she's the mistress of the salmon salt
[03:54.63]Quicklime girl
[03:54.96]Quicklime girl they call her
[03:59.16]Quicklime girl
[04:05.31]A harvest of life a harvest of death
[04:08.91]Resumes its course each day
[04:12.96]It comes as if by schedule
[04:15.93]A harvest of limbs, of arms and of legs
[04:19.65]The toes that crawl
[04:21.87]The knees that jerk
[04:22.83]The necks like swans that seem to turn
[04:25.11]As if inclined to gasp or pray

In the garden district
Where the plants grow strong and tall
Behind the bush there lurks a girl
Who makes them strong and tall
The 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
Quicklime girl
Quicklime girl
In the fall when plants return
By harvest time she knows the score
Ripe and ready to the eye
Yet rotten somehow to the core
And they call her
Quicklime girl behind her back
Quicklime girl behind the bush
Quicklime girl
She's the mistress of the salmon salt
Quicklime girl
Quicklime girl
Quicklime girl
A harvest of life a harvest of death
One body of life one body of death
And when you've gone and choked to death
With laughter and a little step
I'll prepare the quicklime, friend
For your ripe and ready grave
For your ripe and ready grave
It's springtime now and cares subside
And the plannings almost done
And fertile graves it seems exist
Within a mile of that juke joint
Where Coast Guard crews still take their leave
Quite listless in the sun
And the Quicklime girl still plies her trade
Reduction of the many from the one
And they call her
Quicklime girl behind her back
Quicklime girl behind the bush
Quicklime girl
Well she's the mistress of the salmon salt
Quicklime girl
Quicklime girl they call her
Quicklime girl
A harvest of life a harvest of death
Resumes its course each day
It comes as if by schedule
A harvest of limbs, of arms and of legs
The toes that crawl
The knees that jerk
The necks like swans that seem to turn
As if inclined to gasp or pray