I found you, by the railroad
Where you laid with my [?]
Wouldn't have been greener
Without your rose leaves
Covered your legs
And the letter
I have prayed
Hadn't yet received
In the slumped frame, your pale face
The devil is still staring
At the fire it roars
It grows, to cover up your gaze
I know it wasn't you who strayed
Stop right where you are
Here is that mother's daughter
We know what you've done
Wе've come to hang the traitor
