Come all you kind people, my story to hear What happened to me in June of this year It was poor Ellen Smith And how she was found with a ball in her heart Lying cold on the ground If I could go home, home to stay On poor Ellen's grave, some flowers I would lay It was poor Ellen Smith And how she was found with a ball in her heart Lying cold on the ground I come back this winter, my trial to stand To live or to die as the law may command It was poor Ellen Smith And how she was found with a ball in her heart Lying cold on the ground It's true I'm in jail, I'm a prisoner now But God is here with me and hears ever vow It was poor Ellen Smith And how she was found with a ball in her heart Lying cold on the groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
