Henry Green letra

Come listen to my tragedy
Good people, young and old
I'll tell you a story that'll make your blood run cold
About a fair girl, miss White was her name

Murdered by her husband
And he hang for the same
Doctors came from near and far
But none of them could save

And soon they proclaimed
She was bound for her grave
Henry green was sent for
And locked up in the jail

There to wait his trial
The court took no bail
My Henry has deceived me
My poor heart is wrung

But when I'm dead and buried
Please don't have him hang
I freely forgive him
And she turned on her side
Meet me in heaven, Henry!

She sweetly smiled and died
He appeared to be unmoved
And still he was young
The judge read the sentence

He said he must be hang
When autumn leaves have turned
And summer has fled
He too must close his youthful eyes
And slumber with the dead

Rob Coffinshaker - Letras

• Dark Rollin' Skies
• Henry Green
• In The Pines
• Stone Is Very, Very Cold
• Whispers Through The Black Veil