Widow's Grove

I met you in the saddle, rode you in the dust

Held your hand to the heavens, pulled your heart to the earth

There was something that blinded me more than the mist

And the breath of the cottonwood buds lighter yet

And you rode the maypole of dance hall legs

And galloped to another's embrace

And I bit the flowers from your wrist corsage

And you waltzed too slowly, too slowly you waltzed

With that girl from Widow's Grove

Oh, I'd follow you to the river, that washes out to the sea

Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night

That's where I'll be

Near the breath of a swallow, petals dropped as you fell

And you grabbed then shyly held me, against the stone cold well

In your hand was a glass, you held the ice against the night

And it dripped and it sparkled and I laughed a wish

Before it all slipped down the dark tunneled well

I heard it melt quietly and I looked at you

Bent to the earth with just one pleading wish

Your skirts brushed to the furious pounding

Oh, I'd follow you to the river, that washes out to the sea

Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night

That's where I'll be

I hid in the elm and raised the bough, that hung even with your neck

And I chased you and drowned you, there deep in the well

And when your mouth was full and wet, I swallowed all your reckless fate

And with your last breath, you moaned too drunk to wake

Oh, I'd follow you to the river, that washes out to the sea

Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night

That's where I'll be

Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night

That's where I'll be