Lyrics This Girl, Black Girl - The Go-Betweens

This Girl, Black Girl

They’ll always tell you that nothing is the worst
That this hunger that you’re feeling
Can be passed off as thirst
Then they’ll turn and tell you not to leave the hearse
And these lilies of the air are just your family curse
This girl, that girl she counts the hours
This girl, black girl she wears flowers
The ship comes through the harbour
The sails wear the sun
The captain nodded slowly and assembled everyone
The matron clears her throat to sing
The doctor takes a drink
Down below the convicts fall
Because skeletons don’t think
This girl, that girl she counts the hours
This girl, black girl she wears flowers