Two young sisters were walking alone By the pale muddy waters Two young sisters were walking alone By the pale muddy waters of Onion town
When one of them pushed the younger in Into the cold green water Pushed her sister and watched her drown In the cold muddy froth of a river
Well she floated, and she floated down For pale she was as the water Floated down till she washed on shore Of the pale muddy banks of Onion town
With wolves by night and the sun by day Nothing was left but bones and hair Bones and hair which are both more fair Then the pale muddy banks of the river
Lucha's son was deaf and lame Carried her home, her tiny frame Father, father i hear her cry How can that be he said, bones don't cry he said (besides your deaf)
But he thought there must be something to these bones so he...
Made a fiddle out of her breast bone Made some pegs out of her finger bones Made a bow out of her leg bone And from her yellow hair he strung the strings that would have her story sung
Some time later...
One old woman was walking alone By the pale muddy water She heard the strings of the sweet fiddle cry "Cruel sister why have you drowned me?"
Upon the rock the deaf boy played All the bows of Onion And into the water the cruel sister ran But she sank just like any old stoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
