Henry Lee (Trad.)

She leaned against the wall
He came in for a kiss
In her hand she held a pen knife
Stuck between his ribs

Some of you take him by his cold, white hands
Some of you take him by his feet
And throw him in a deep, deep well where
He should be
Henry Lee
Where he should be
Henry Lee

Come down, come down now
Alight upon my knee
A man who cures his own true love would
Kill a little bird like me

If I had my bend and bow, now
If I had my arrow and my string
I'd shoot you through your soul
And your yearnings
Would be in vain
Would be in vain
Would be in vain
Would be in vain

Lie there, lie there, lie there
'Til the flesh melts off of your bones
The shallows don't know you anymore
Now the crabs crawl out of your skull

Some of you take him by his cold, white hands
Some of you take him by his feet
And throw him in a deep, deep well where
He should be
Henry Lee
Henry Lee
Henry Lee
Henry Lee