Silent Little Bells

Into a hole in the cold, cold ground on a grey, grey day Into a hole, down, down-soft place for us to lay I buried us in a secret place none will go Bluebells in the field, the only wreath we'll ever know No churchyard will ever hold our sad, sad sin No coin of copper, silver, gold to buy our way in No stone to mark the bitter place where we lie No stone but my heart, and no one's tears but mine Can you hear Judgment in the trees How they say I'll never rest in peace They will say Lies I can never untell See, the only hymns sang for him were from Silent little bells Silent little bells I loved a man in the worst of ways, loved me once Loved me but he left, left me with his son But the son he did not rise when it was his time I begged my love bury our son, but he said "was none of mine." The world it judged me hard for what it did not see The woman is a whore, while the man he goes free So tell me now for all my pain, can it be a sin For a woman done wrong to do the man done it – do that man right in? Can you hear Judgment in the trees How they say I will never rest in peace They will say Lies I can never untell See, the only hymns sang for him were from Silent little bells Silent little bells I took my love to an old, old place on the edge of town I told him he could take me, take and lay me down I let him kiss me deep on the edge of a well I took my lover in my arms and took us both to Hell Into a hole in the cold, cold ground on a grey, grey day Into a hole, down, down-soft place for us to lay I buried us in a secret place none will sing Bluebells in the field Bluebells in the field Bluebells in the field And not a one to ring