Nine Stone Rig Songtext
von Back of the Moon
Nine Stone Rig Songtext
They shot him dead at the nine stone rig beside the headless cross
And they left him lying in his blood upon the moor and the moss
They buried him at midnight and the dew fell cold and still
And the women in gray for God to pray, and the mist clung to the hill
Oh gentle wind that′s blowing south from where my love repairs
Convey a kiss from his dear mouth and tell me how he fairs
The word was carried back to me as if by God's command
Your sweetheart was murdered yesterday by your brother′s jealous hand
No living man I'll love again since my darling went through death's door
With one lock of his yellow hair I′ll chain my heart forever more
Oh mother dear, please make my bed and lay me down in sorrow
My love, he died for me last night, and I′ll die for him tomorrow
My love, he died for me last night, and I'll die for him tomorrow
They shot him dead at the nine stone rig beside the headless cross
And they left him lying in his blood upon the moor and the moss
They buried him at midnight and the dew fell cold and still
And the women in gray for God to pray, and the mist clung to the hill
And the women in gray for God to pray, and the mist clung to the hill
And they left him lying in his blood upon the moor and the moss
They buried him at midnight and the dew fell cold and still
And the women in gray for God to pray, and the mist clung to the hill
Oh gentle wind that′s blowing south from where my love repairs
Convey a kiss from his dear mouth and tell me how he fairs
The word was carried back to me as if by God's command
Your sweetheart was murdered yesterday by your brother′s jealous hand
No living man I'll love again since my darling went through death's door
With one lock of his yellow hair I′ll chain my heart forever more
Oh mother dear, please make my bed and lay me down in sorrow
My love, he died for me last night, and I′ll die for him tomorrow
My love, he died for me last night, and I'll die for him tomorrow
They shot him dead at the nine stone rig beside the headless cross
And they left him lying in his blood upon the moor and the moss
They buried him at midnight and the dew fell cold and still
And the women in gray for God to pray, and the mist clung to the hill
And the women in gray for God to pray, and the mist clung to the hill
Writer(s): Linda Thompson, John Doyle, Adam Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com