My eye pours down, and doesn't cease, without any intermission,

Mine eye trickleth down, and ceaseth not, without any intermission,

Hello, Eric. Don't spill any of that.

Don't get any on your clothes, sir.

Don't spill any of that. Before your morning tea?

Why don't you try some air freshener?

Look into the glass into which you are pouring a bottle of home brew.

Be careful. Don't spill no water on the floor. I don't want them to catch cold.

They tell their mothers, Where is grain and wine? When they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, When their soul is poured out into their mothers' bosom.

They say to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? when they swooned as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul was poured out into their mothers' bosom.

Hold still awhile Don't spill the wine I can see it all from here I can see oh, I I can see

Hold still a while Don't spill the wine I can see it all from here I can see oh, I I can see weather systems of the world

For these things I weep my eye, my eye runs down with water Because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.

For these things I weep mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.

Then you pour that carbon into the atmosphere for free and that is the advantage that keeps us from getting renewable energy at the pace that we need.