歌詞: Alison Krauss. A Hundred Miles Or More: A Collection. The Scarlet Tide.

When I recall his parting words
Must I accept his fate or take myself far from this place
I thought I heard a black bell toll, a little bird did sing
Man has no choice when he wants every thing

We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride

Man goes beyond his own decision, gets caught up in a mechanism
Of swindlers who act like kings and brokers who break everything
The dark of night was swiftly fading, close to the dawn of day
Why would I want him just to lose him again?

We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride

We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride