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