Sister won't you rise with me?
Run 'way from your grave
Father set our house to flame
Please his new family
Brother won't you steal away?
Dreams of night a play
Father set our house ablaze
Blackened stones, I beg you speak
of the murderous hand
Words will never sound again
on this shadowland
Blackened sky, I beg you weep
What the day has lost
No one left to weep for us
No need to worry
We'll get some jewelry for your momma
|
Switch to English 
