She Sings the Mourning

Down to the glen where the roses twine
Lie in the grass watch the time go by The hum drum mid-afternoon sun
Only his mothers only son
Black Jack tarmac dirt dust trap
Sister certain wrapped in rags
Whispers words of unwished schemes
Steals a smile from the scorpions dream
She sings the mourning
She sings the mourning
She sings the mourning
In the quiet night
She said don’t worry
She said don’t worry
She said don’t worry
We’re out of sight
She sings the mourning
In the quiet night
Blood red love not temptress eyes
Cuts right through the family ties
Lighthouse lights the locust nest
Salem’s site invites incest
Back to the glen where the roses twine
Treacle tarts and turpentine
Patron saint of guillotines
A secret’s safe when no-one sees
She sings the mourning
She sings the mourning
She sings the mourning
In the quiet night
She said don’t worry
She said don’t worry
She said don’t worry
We’re out of sight
She sings the mourning
In the quiet night