oh, take my hand sweet, complete your release

unbury your feet, and married we'll be

alone in receiving, ours is a feeling not that they would see

They dont know that we could be down where your cradle escaped the sea

and your raven haired mama told you so

Were  hanging on the shadow of your family tree

your haunted heart and me.

brought down by an old idea whose time has come.

And in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree

there's a hundred hearts soar free

pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep it young.

-because this is a great album.