
Date of issue: 09.05.2016
Song language: English
Edward |
Mother, I am worn by the day |
Chasing through the ice and wood |
Where William and I oft fetch and play |
Out of breath |
Mother, please don’t stand in the way |
Help these cottons from my frame |
So red and frail am I, I could sway |
To my death |
Tell not thorn nor lie |
Speak to me o murder child |
Trouble’s in your eye |
Speak to me o murder child |
You bite the hand that feeds and crow |
So count here naked in the snow |
Tell not thorn nor lie |
Speak to me o murder child |
Mother, I must go to my bed |
Remove your windy barn door hands |
These stains are of a hare that I’ve bled |
On my sword |
Mother, I have reasoned and pled |
Nag your William, spoilt and late |
For this is not the shade of his red |
By my word |
Tell not thorn nor lie |
Speak to me o murder child |
Trouble’s in your eye |
Speak to me o murder child |
You bite the hand that feeds and crow |
So count here naked in the snow |
Tell not thorn nor lie |
Speak to me o murder child |
Tell not thorn nor lie |
Speak to me o murder child |
Trouble’s in your eye |
Speak to me o murder child |
You bite the hand that feeds and crow |
So count here naked in the snow |
Tell not thorn nor lie |
Speak to me o murder child |
Mother, shall I tender a stab |
To why a woman births and knits |
Yet keeps not her dear William from the drab |
Of the frost? |
Mother, please don’t play to his jab |
Surely he’ll return to grace you |
While your firstborn’s cold as a slab |
On your cross |
Tell not thorn nor lie |
Speak to me o murder child |
Trouble’s in your eye |
Speak to me o murder child |
You bite the hand that feeds and crow |
So count here naked in the snow |
Tell not thorn nor lie |
Speak to me o murder child |
After the spring you shall find him |
After the snow leaves the hill |
After the spring you shall find him |
'Til then there’s no grave to fill |
After the spring you shall find him |
After the snow leaves the hill |
After the spring you shall find him |
'Til then there’s no grave to fill |