Long

When my daughter was barely sixteen,
I began to wonder of all she'd seen.
Before the sun rose on an icy morn',
I woke to the screams of my darling first born.

With my dagger in hand, I threw open the door,
saw a man had taken her to the floor.

(Chorus)
Promise never tend my grave.
Take the long-haired mare and go far, far away.

The man had the eyes of my love.
My husband, my one who'd stolen enough.
A red sun rose on the love I'd divest.
I pushed the dagger through his chest.

(Chorus)
Promise never tend my grave.
Take the long-haired mare and go far, far away.

My daughter wailed, "I'm among the damned."
"No, no, girl. I've untied your hands."
I held a long white thread
pulled from the lily laced on her bed.

(Chorus)
Promise never tend my grave.
Take the long-haired mare and go far, far away.
Promise never tend my grave.
Take the long-haired mare and go far, far away.

By sundown, I stood alone
in a sunken cell of ashen stone.
Before the gallows, I wept myself clean
for my only daughter had been set free.

(Chorus)
Promise never tend my grave.
Take the long-haired mare and go far, far away.
Promise never tend my grave.
Take the long-haired mare and go far, far away.