Take my blood and take my marrow
Scrape the meal from my bone
Pierce my heart if you please with your arrow
Veda, my darling, come home
Darling child, for you I labor
Grease and glass in my skin
Though you sneer and crack wise, I won't waver
Veda, my darling, come in, come in
Sweet thing, let me dress you for bed
Now slip that gown off your head
I'll kiss you one thousand times, my angel
Close your eyes, and my savage mind
Will fashion a day when you'd be tender
When you'd be kind
For you see the star beneath which you were delivered
Gave you cold-hearted pride
You look down on your mother who loves you
You take without grace
Though it smarts, I don't mind
If your lover has done you wrong
You slipped as you gripped his gun
And found yourself o'er his lifeless body
Child, I'd rush to turn myself in
And claim that it was my sin
To spare you
Yes, for darling, in this town of light and shadow
Dreams become crooked and low
If I've lost my way it was only to please you
Veda, my darling, you already know
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