Man of Poor Fortune

He lies close by her window

'neath the light of the moon

And waits for her footsteps

For she'll be home soon

And through the dark places

He's driven to roam

He's a man of poor fortune

And far from his home

Once I was a young man

And the bird sang my song

And gold was the road

That I walked along

But I live 'neath a curse

That I'd not dreamed of

For the sins of my father

I'd pay with my blood

"Our father has wronged me"

My poor sister cried

"And where is the man

Who'll have me for his bride?"

So while he lay sleeping

I crept with my knife

And in his bed ended

My own father's life

For the crime I've committed

I'm driven to roam

Past the reach of the law

And far from my home

And the girl who once loved me

Will ne'er be my wife

But I'll watch her through shadows

For the rest of my life