Crooked Road and the Briar

One

One, two

One, two, three, four

Down the crooked road a ways

Child's shadow hiding in the briar

Tending to a twisted heart that's bent and broken

Wounded and abandoned, left amongst the rotted root to rot

Moon, crimson moon

Rosemary's walking down the crooked road a ways

All aglow, her fair white skin

Portrait of beauty, angel to many

Hears the heart crying from the briar, and

Reaches in her hand to see what's the matter

Is dragged through the darkness

Beneath a lonely cypress

The town's beloved daughter

Carried to her death in the turbid waters

And set afloat downstream

Whole town erupts, bursts into flame

Parties go a-searching down the crooked road a ways

Find old Rufus there, drunk and asleep

Fishing by the water must have killed our beloved daughter

Can't hold back these waves of anger

Tie a rope around his neck

See if he still hollers

Another innocent soul hangs over the briar