Once i loved a woman, and she loved me with her heart
tho she would decide fullheartedly, that i was not her part
and that was long ago, when she made her choice to leave
and when she did i was jealous and i begged her to fill my need
and at the crass demonstration, she turned and tried to go
and jealous as i was i wanted, so i struck an awful blow
she fell limp and heavy to the floor and bloodied all the deck
and there i noticed what i'd done and hated myself for that
but this an opportunity, i couldnt let it pass
so i gathered her together and drew her crumpled mass
and to my bed i took her, and catered her few needs
i cleaned the blood upon her, and stopped where she did bleed
and kept her as my lovey, and kept her close to home
and kept her locked in the room, i kept her all alone
a distant day beyond that, as i learned she could not revive
i took her to the cellar, and loved her til he died
and there i buried deeply all that i had loved
and the heart which i had had for her was broken and could not be rewove
i sat there with her gravesite and kept her close at had
and watched there for motion in the freshly relayed land
