Widow's Grove I met you in the saddle, rode you in the dust Held your hand to the heavens, pulled your heart to the earth There was something that blinded me more than the mist And the breath of the cottonwood buds lighter yet
And you rode the maypole of dance hall legs And galloped to another's embrace And I bit the flowers from your wrist corsage And you waltzed too slowly, too slowly you waltzed With that girl from Widow's Grove
Oh, I'd follow you to the river, that washes out to the sea Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night That's where I'll be
Near the breath of a swallow, petals dropped as you fell And you grabbed then shyly held me, against the stone cold well In your hand was a glass, you held the ice against the night And it dripped and it sparkled and I laughed a wish
Before it all slipped down the dark tunneled well
I heard it melt quietly and I looked at you Bent to the earth with just one pleading wish Your skirts brushed to the furious pounding
Oh, I'd follow you to the river, that washes out to the sea Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night That's where I'll be
I hid in the elm and raised the bough, that hung even with your neck And I chased you and drowned you, there deep in the well And when your mouth was full and wet, I swallowed all your reckless fate And with your last breath, you moaned too drunk to wake
Oh, I'd follow you to the river, that washes out to the sea Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night That's where I'll be Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night That's where I'll be