The real folk blues

It's too late to cry I love you.
The wind still blowing, my heart still aching

One side of my eyes see tomorrow,
And the other one see yesterday
I hope I could sleep in the cradle of your love, again

Cry for me, somebody, with dry eyes
 
The real folk blues
I just want to feel a real sorrow
It's not bad a life in the muddy river
If life is once
 
Hopeless hope, and the chance with traps
What is right, or wrong
It's like a both side of a coin

How long I must live till I release?

The real folk blues
I just want to feel a real pleasure
All that glitters is not gold