Blood red rain,
Peacetime again,
You were my valentine,
Will you ever be, again sometime.
King who won’t grow old,
King up high on the scaffold,
We’re on tiptoes just to see,
An axe blade so sharp, a poor soul on his knees.
Cause everyone knows,
And everyone hollers,
We’re shaking the tree,
To see what will fall down at our feet.
The grass will grow through,
The bones in the field,
And I will love you again,
I’ll love you like before the war.
Sweetheart with sword,
Sweetheart at war,
I saw you bloody for the king,
You’re knees look so dirty, just where have you been?
Cause everyone knows,
We’re chasing the clouds away,
And all of your ungodly ways,
Are best left forgotten,
The sunlight will break right though,
And grow food for you.
And I will love you again,
I’ll love you like before the war.
Peacetime again,
You were my valentine,
Will you ever be, again sometime.
King who won’t grow old,
King up high on the scaffold,
We’re on tiptoes just to see,
An axe blade so sharp, a poor soul on his knees.
Cause everyone knows,
And everyone hollers,
We’re shaking the tree,
To see what will fall down at our feet.
The grass will grow through,
The bones in the field,
And I will love you again,
I’ll love you like before the war.
Sweetheart with sword,
Sweetheart at war,
I saw you bloody for the king,
You’re knees look so dirty, just where have you been?
Cause everyone knows,
We’re chasing the clouds away,
And all of your ungodly ways,
Are best left forgotten,
The sunlight will break right though,
And grow food for you.
And I will love you again,
I’ll love you like before the war.
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