A Tapestry Scorned Lyrics

	‘Twas a frosted morn in winter deep
	When Rosey left for wood
	The fire was low just barely a glow
	When Rosey left for wood
	Upon the wall a tapestry hung
	A farmyard, brook and lane
	A pleasant scene, Naïve theme
	With wheat and hay and grain
	No figures old or young
	The artist did include
	But now upon that landscape fair
	A woman rough and crude
	Each day the image differed
	The woman here and there
	Then close like a portrait
	It was Rosey standing there
	I met a maid one summers day
	I thought to make my wife
	On getting home, the picture red
	‘Twas Rosey with a knife!
	My new love I took to see
	The rocks above the lake
	And to my sin I pushed her in
	The smile on Rosey’s face
	Days did pass and I grew old
	But Rosey looked the same
	My bones were stiff, and hair was grey
	But Rosey looked the same
	Upon the bed and almost dead
	She looked down on me
	From the tapestry threads her hand did reach
	My spirit now set free
	After a time my friends did come
	And were sorry to see me pale
	The priest said what he thought was right
	And they carried me away
	My home was cleared, history sold
	Empty was my place
	‘Cept a picture on the wall
	Of lovers in embrace

	' Twas a frosted morn in winter deep
	When Rosey left for wood
	The fire was low just barely a glow
	When Rosey left for wood
	Upon the wall a tapestry hung
	A farmyard, brook and lane
	A pleasant scene, Na ve theme
	With wheat and hay and grain
	No figures old or young
	The artist did include
	But now upon that landscape fair
	A woman rough and crude
	Each day the image differed
	The woman here and there
	Then close like a portrait
	It was Rosey standing there
	I met a maid one summers day
	I thought to make my wife
	On getting home, the picture red
	' Twas Rosey with a knife!
	My new love I took to see
	The rocks above the lake
	And to my sin I pushed her in
	The smile on Rosey' s face
	Days did pass and I grew old
	But Rosey looked the same
	My bones were stiff, and hair was grey
	But Rosey looked the same
	Upon the bed and almost dead
	She looked down on me
	From the tapestry threads her hand did reach
	My spirit now set free
	After a time my friends did come
	And were sorry to see me pale
	The priest said what he thought was right
	And they carried me away
	My home was cleared, history sold
	Empty was my place
	' Cept a picture on the wall
	Of lovers in embrace

	' Twas a frosted morn in winter deep
	When Rosey left for wood
	The fire was low just barely a glow
	When Rosey left for wood
	Upon the wall a tapestry hung
	A farmyard, brook and lane
	A pleasant scene, Na ve theme
	With wheat and hay and grain
	No figures old or young
	The artist did include
	But now upon that landscape fair
	A woman rough and crude
	Each day the image differed
	The woman here and there
	Then close like a portrait
	It was Rosey standing there
	I met a maid one summers day
	I thought to make my wife
	On getting home, the picture red
	' Twas Rosey with a knife!
	My new love I took to see
	The rocks above the lake
	And to my sin I pushed her in
	The smile on Rosey' s face
	Days did pass and I grew old
	But Rosey looked the same
	My bones were stiff, and hair was grey
	But Rosey looked the same
	Upon the bed and almost dead
	She looked down on me
	From the tapestry threads her hand did reach
	My spirit now set free
	After a time my friends did come
	And were sorry to see me pale
	The priest said what he thought was right
	And they carried me away
	My home was cleared, history sold
	Empty was my place
	' Cept a picture on the wall
	Of lovers in embrace

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