Handsome Family My Beautiful Bride
Out in the heather where the sun burns bright she swore
to love me the rest of her life. But, my hands they shook
as the noon bells chimed so at the last bell I showed her
my knife. And I laid to rest my beautiful bride out in
the heather where the sun burns bright. Now all alone
under the cool night sky where locusts scream and white
moths fly, silvery moonbeams fall on her grave, but
twisting black vines have covered her name. For I loved
too much my beautiful bride and so gave her up to the
cool night sky
