Walkabouts (The)
Lover's Crime
Way up north, my love lies sleepin' Her lonely grave, beneath the pines How sadly I recall her memory She was my own true love devine One night I found her with another They did not know I was around In a blinded rage I drew my pistol I killed them both and fled that town For many days I wandered over Across the sea and desert sands My heart filled with grief and sadness I could not clense these, my blooded hands For many years I've been a prisoner My grayin' hair marks off the time I'm going back to my old north-lands To wash away my sin and pride X2
From Letras Mania