From The Parson

 Only God can understand

Why by him you took my hand

Why you are the way you were

and why you flew without a word

I said New York and you said France

You loved my bed, and I romance

Whilst of my soul by key and lock

You loved to me and then forgot

To what extent and all good will

Should she lead me to Gallows Hill?

She wears the cap and pulls the reigns

I am the one she calls her swain

You're not here now, but lead by the tracks

You're not gone, just not coming back

Who will you be if you return?

No charcoal hair? or matching skirt?

So I the parson, to my knees

I've lost my heart and so has she

From my heart that I don't have

I'll shut my doors and clench my hand

 

I shan't plague those open skies

But to the one who holds my cries.