Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Washer at the Ford, artist - Argyle Goolsby. Album song Hollow Bodies, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 27.08.2018
Record label: A Corpse With No Name
Song language: English
Washer at the Ford |
| Stranger, don’t be afraid |
| I am in no shape to do you harm |
| Though frightened you surely are by me |
| Grant me a moments bended knee |
| Dismiss this blood spray on my clothes |
| I can assure you it’s my own |
| Though I lay bearing no cruel wound |
| The witch on the ford surely sealed my doom |
| Oh God, I think I’m marked |
| Stranger, lend me your ear |
| Hear these last words of a dying man |
| I testify a great misdeed |
| My true love’s heart I have aggrieved |
| I broke off for another belle |
| She conjured up vengeance, she conjured up hell |
| She put that webbed witch there square in my path |
| Soaking my clothes with the blood of the past |
| From round' yonder bend she came closing in |
| The shadowy Washer at the Ford |
| Jacklights were her eyes, foretelling demise |
| The flickering Washer at the Ford |
| Now I know I’m marked |
| Stranger, could it be we’ve met some place before? |
| You bear resemblance to my lover whom I’ve recent scorned |
| «Yes fallen friend, we did acquaint once on a stroll… |
| Round' yonder bend. |
| Now, let me wring those stains out from your soul»! |
| She wailed as she washed |
| She laughed at the cross |
| I hastily patterned cross my chest |
| My vestment she wrung, and ruefully flung these burgundy bloodstains cross' my |
| breast |
| From round' yonder bend she came closing in. The shadowy Washer |
| At the Ford. |
| Jacklights were her eyes, foretelling demise |
| The flickering Washer at the Ford |