Willow Tree

There's bones in my garden
I hear them crying from the dirt
Their sordid little story
Unholy kind of hurt

I'm sitting in my kitchen
Hear them howlin at the moon
Just may lose my mind
They don't quiet down soon

Pretty Polly's William
Wasn't much a mate
Polly followed till the end
And suffered such a fate

I saw the bloody knife
I knew that we must part
He wouldn't let me go
So I stabbed him in the heart

Reaper man come calling
Come calling in the night
Calling to collect
Before the morning light

Well I opened up the door
And let the man right in
He greets me with a smile
And a knowing kinda grin

Shadows dance and flicker
I'm guided by the moon
Beneath the willow tree
He'll be sleeping soon

The bones say not a word
As I place them in the ground
Whiskey burns my throat
As I slowly drink it down

Now there's bones in my garden
I hear them crying from the dirt
Their sordid little story
I just may lose my mind