Well I've for cultivating Distinction between wrong or right And with my hunger for all things forebading Well Sir, I will ride with you tonight Well I loved a boy who walked in weaving Who left me with no virtued soul No memory of our bodies heaving I'm a fortunate girl in every way Cause the rabbit 'neath the lion's paw Knows the world is good enough for all And the sparrow in the house cat's jaw Knows the world is good enough after all The world is good enough My soul is like a river standing Not much use and not much right Though I should have cause to fear you mister Well I will ride with you tonight