Trouble

Ever since we met the world's been upside down
And if you don't stop troubling me you'll drive me out of town
But if you go away
As trouble ought to do
Where will I find another soul to tell my trouble to?

Then my bed is made of stone
A star has burnt my eye
I'm going down to the willow tree and teach her how to cry
But if you go away
As trouble ought to do
Where will I find another soul to tell my trouble to?

They bid me wear my hat
Put on a nice new gown
I tossed my bonnet over the roof and I guess it won't come down
But if you go away
As trouble ought to do
Where will I find another soul to tell my trouble to?