A Tapestry Scorned
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β±οΈ 8:00 duration
π ID: 481655
π Lyrics
'Twas a frosted morn in winter deep
When Rosey left for wood
The fire was low just barely a glow
When Rosey left for wood
Upon the wall a tapestry hung
A farmyard, brook and lane
A pleasant scene, NaΓ―ve theme
With wheat and hay and grain
No figures old or young
The artist did include
But now upon that landscape fair
A woman rough and crude
Each day the image differed
The woman here and there
Then close like a portrait
It was Rosey standing there
I met a maid one summers day
I thought to make my wife
On getting home, the picture red
'Twas Rosey with a knife!
My new love I took to see
The rocks above the lake
And to my sin I pushed her in
The smile on Rosey's face
Days did pass and I grew old
But Rosey looked the same
My bones were stiff, and hair was grey
But Rosey looked the same
Upon the bed and almost dead
She looked down on me
From the tapestry threads her hand did reach
My spirit now set free
After a time my friends did come
And were sorry to see me pale
The priest said what he thought was right
And they carried me away
My home was cleared, history sold
Empty was my place
'Cept a picture on the wall
Of lovers in embrace
When Rosey left for wood
The fire was low just barely a glow
When Rosey left for wood
Upon the wall a tapestry hung
A farmyard, brook and lane
A pleasant scene, NaΓ―ve theme
With wheat and hay and grain
No figures old or young
The artist did include
But now upon that landscape fair
A woman rough and crude
Each day the image differed
The woman here and there
Then close like a portrait
It was Rosey standing there
I met a maid one summers day
I thought to make my wife
On getting home, the picture red
'Twas Rosey with a knife!
My new love I took to see
The rocks above the lake
And to my sin I pushed her in
The smile on Rosey's face
Days did pass and I grew old
But Rosey looked the same
My bones were stiff, and hair was grey
But Rosey looked the same
Upon the bed and almost dead
She looked down on me
From the tapestry threads her hand did reach
My spirit now set free
After a time my friends did come
And were sorry to see me pale
The priest said what he thought was right
And they carried me away
My home was cleared, history sold
Empty was my place
'Cept a picture on the wall
Of lovers in embrace
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:22.57] 'Twas a frosted morn in winter deep
[00:33.26] When Rosey left for wood
[00:44.29] The fire was low just barely a glow
[00:53.93] When Rosey left for wood
[01:05.88] Upon the wall a tapestry hung
[01:20.56] A farmyard, brook and lane
[01:28.45] A pleasant scene, NaΓ―ve theme
[01:38.23] With wheat and hay and grain
[01:49.95] No figures old or young
[01:59.64] The artist did include
[02:11.41] But now upon that landscape fair
[02:25.26] A woman rough and crude
[03:10.47] Each day the image differed
[03:15.21] The woman here and there
[03:19.28] Then close like a portrait
[03:26.15] It was Rosey standing there
[03:38.91] I met a maid one summers day
[03:46.73] I thought to make my wife
[03:53.61] On getting home, the picture red
[04:01.47] 'Twas Rosey with a knife!
[04:11.29] My new love I took to see
[04:16.19] The rocks above the lake
[04:19.19] And to my sin I pushed her in
[04:24.22] The smile on Rosey's face
[04:30.03] Days did pass and I grew old
[04:34.98] But Rosey looked the same
[04:38.85] My bones were stiff, and hair was grey
[04:44.74] But Rosey looked the same
[05:03.40] Upon the bed and almost dead
[05:07.40] She looked down on me
[05:12.23] From the tapestry threads her hand did reach
[05:17.18] My spirit now set free
[06:18.35] After a time my friends did come
[06:24.22] And were sorry to see me pale
[06:31.11] The priest said what he thought was right
[06:37.02] And they carried me away
[07:41.99] My home was cleared, history sold
[07:48.77] Empty was my place
[07:52.65] 'Cept a picture on the wall
[07:55.54] Of lovers in embrace
[07:58.51]
[00:33.26] When Rosey left for wood
[00:44.29] The fire was low just barely a glow
[00:53.93] When Rosey left for wood
[01:05.88] Upon the wall a tapestry hung
[01:20.56] A farmyard, brook and lane
[01:28.45] A pleasant scene, NaΓ―ve theme
[01:38.23] With wheat and hay and grain
[01:49.95] No figures old or young
[01:59.64] The artist did include
[02:11.41] But now upon that landscape fair
[02:25.26] A woman rough and crude
[03:10.47] Each day the image differed
[03:15.21] The woman here and there
[03:19.28] Then close like a portrait
[03:26.15] It was Rosey standing there
[03:38.91] I met a maid one summers day
[03:46.73] I thought to make my wife
[03:53.61] On getting home, the picture red
[04:01.47] 'Twas Rosey with a knife!
[04:11.29] My new love I took to see
[04:16.19] The rocks above the lake
[04:19.19] And to my sin I pushed her in
[04:24.22] The smile on Rosey's face
[04:30.03] Days did pass and I grew old
[04:34.98] But Rosey looked the same
[04:38.85] My bones were stiff, and hair was grey
[04:44.74] But Rosey looked the same
[05:03.40] Upon the bed and almost dead
[05:07.40] She looked down on me
[05:12.23] From the tapestry threads her hand did reach
[05:17.18] My spirit now set free
[06:18.35] After a time my friends did come
[06:24.22] And were sorry to see me pale
[06:31.11] The priest said what he thought was right
[06:37.02] And they carried me away
[07:41.99] My home was cleared, history sold
[07:48.77] Empty was my place
[07:52.65] 'Cept a picture on the wall
[07:55.54] Of lovers in embrace
[07:58.51]