Well the dawn it broke with the falcon’s cry
In the valley below a coach train crawling by
With dreams of women, wealth and fame
I steadied my hand and on the driver set my aim
Well the bead was drawn and the hammer cocked
Till the morn was split with a crack as the hammer dropped
And there I froze at the frightful yell
Of the viceroy’s daughter as from her seat she fell
Now I wait in this tavern cold
Cower in the corner like Captain Flint of old
And I worry who will find me first
The law or the Lord or her broken mother’s curse
In my dreams she taunts me so
In the dead of the night with no place else to go
She screams “you will pay your due
When the bullet that took my daughter rests in you”
And on that wooded hill in the dead of night
The muzzle cold in my back and my soul in fright
My hands they shook in her icy grip
As these words fell down like knives from her icy lips
“Before I send you to meet the Lord, for he to assign your place in the evermore
I wanna see you cower in the face off the specters a’howlin
Around my daughter’s grave
Her grave”
credits
from Magpies,
released April 26, 2015
Electric guitars: Jonny Screech
Acoustic guitar: Emerson Yeoman
Bass: Gareth Bedford
Drums: Matt Hegan
Keyboards: Aiden Fraser
Vocals: Emerson Yeoman
Backing vocals: Hana Fahy
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