Testo The Butcher's Boy - Brett Young
Testo della canzone The Butcher's Boy (Brett Young), tratta dall'album Songs of Sorrow
In London City, where I did dwell
A blue-eyed boy, I loved so well
He courted me, for many a day
But with me then, he would not stay
There is a strange girl, in this town
And there my true love, sits him down
And takes this strange girl, on his knee
And tells her things, that he won't tell me
It's grief to me, and I'll tell you why
It's because, she had more gold, than I
But gold will melt, and silver fly
True-hearted love, will never die
I went upstairs, to go to bed
And in the end girl, my mother said
But mother said, you're acting queer
What is the trouble, my daughter dear?
Oh mother dear, you need not know
The pain and sorrow, grief and woe
Give me a chair, and sit me down
With pen and ink, to write words down
And when her father, first came home
Where is my girl, where has she gone?
He went upstairs, the door he broke
And found her hanging, from a rope
He took his knife, and cut her down
And in her bosom, these words he found
A silly girl am I, you know
To hang myself, for the butcher's boy
Go dig my grave, both wide and deep
Place marble, at my head and feet
And on my grave, place a willow tree
That he may mourn, and weep, for me
Credits
Writer(s): Glenn Patscha, Byron Isaacs, Amy Helm, Fiona Mcbain, Anthony Leone, Dp
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