Guys, the child dies at the beggining of the song:
Guys, the child dies at the beggining of the song:
"Margaret, array the rocks around the hole before we're sinking
Margarat hurry and cover the grave we need to rush over the waters
"Margaret, array the rocks around the hole before we're sinking
Margarat hurry and cover the grave we need to rush over the waters
And painting rings around your eyes, these peppered holes too filled with crying
her eyes are so red and swollen from crying that they are bloodshot ( peppered)
And painting rings around your eyes, these peppered holes too filled with crying
her eyes are so red and swollen from crying that they are bloodshot ( peppered)
Tell me now, tell me this, a forest's son, a river's daughter
Tell me was it a boy or was it a girl?
A willow on the will-o'-wisp, our ghost to wander all of the water
Our baby who dies before growing,...
Tell me now, tell me this, a forest's son, a river's daughter
Tell me was it a boy or was it a girl?
A willow on the will-o'-wisp, our ghost to wander all of the water
Our baby who dies before growing, Our ghost who will wander the waters...
so sad, I know ...
I hope their child survived. If there was a slight reference in a song later on, about an orphan who's parents were drowned by a river...
whose*
whose*
Oh there will be.
Oh there will be.
Guys, the child dies at the beggining of the song:
Guys, the child dies at the beggining of the song:
"Margaret, array the rocks around the hole before we're sinking Margarat hurry and cover the grave we need to rush over the waters
"Margaret, array the rocks around the hole before we're sinking Margarat hurry and cover the grave we need to rush over the waters
And painting rings around your eyes, these peppered holes too filled with crying her eyes are so red and swollen from crying that they are bloodshot ( peppered)
And painting rings around your eyes, these peppered holes too filled with crying her eyes are so red and swollen from crying that they are bloodshot ( peppered)
Tell me now, tell me this, a forest's son, a river's daughter Tell me was it a boy or was it a girl? A willow on the will-o'-wisp, our ghost to wander all of the water Our baby who dies before growing,...
Tell me now, tell me this, a forest's son, a river's daughter Tell me was it a boy or was it a girl? A willow on the will-o'-wisp, our ghost to wander all of the water Our baby who dies before growing, Our ghost who will wander the waters... so sad, I know ...