Ballad of Crazy Jane

Jane was the only child
Of Henry James the gambler
Who lived by the river
In the outmost part of town

Shy as the moonshine
Which flows into the meadows
Pure as the morning time
We called her Crazy Jane

The man from the city
He holds a silver dagger
Deep in the forest
He met our sorry Jane

So came the winter
When in Jane there grew a madness
Down to the river
She brought her newborn child

She ran from the shadows
Past the fence he used to sit upon
Alone with the thought
To get away before the sun

The wind fell the oak
Across the road which she was set upon
Men were on their way
In the mountains she was found

Far to steep
Rises in the east
So fast too fast
See how she flies

Jane was the only child
Of Henry James the gambler
Who lived by the river
In the outmost part of town



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