Sisters Three

Let the girls run into the woods and climb the tallest tree
 For the ivy and the climbing vine shall bring you to your knees!
 My roots they hold this hill together, entwined in soil and sod
 Wound between the gorse and heather and bound to stone and rock
 Young Mary, she had children three, of white and black and green
 One was good and one was bad and one had woes unseen
 Her youngest, she was sweet and good, as pretty as a pearl
 The second had a blackened heart, nasty little girl
 The third she had no heart at all, just emptiness within
 She swore one day she'd find a way to steal one from her kin
 Let the girls run into the woods and climb the tallest tree
 For the ivy and the climbing vine shall bring you to your knees!
 My roots they hold this hill together, entwined in soil and sod
 Wound between the gorse and heather and bound to stone and rock
 Young Mary, she was pure and wise, loved her children three
 She knew she had to take a life to stop her daughter green
 She took her to the farmer's land and on the blackest night
 She gave to her a final kiss, held her daughter tight
 She tied her to the old oak tree and left her there to die
 But the old oak tree it opened up and swallowed her alive
 Let the girls run into the woods and climb the tallest tree
 For the ivy and the climbing vine shall bring you to your knees
 My roots they hold this hill together, entwined in soil and sod
 Wound between the gorse and heather and bound to stone and rock
 'Twas for a while all well, and calm had settled on their lives
 But the eldest of the two would on her mother's doting thrive
 She wished her sister dead and in an instant was compelled
 To take her sister's life, have her mother to herself
 So the two of them together left and to the woods did go
 But when they did arrive the eldest hung her with a rope
 Let the girls run into the woods and climb the tallest tree
 For the ivy and the climbing vine shall bring you to your knees
 My roots they hold this hill together, entwined in soil and sod
 Wound between the gorse and heather and bound to stone and rock
 She hung her sister from the tallest tree of solid oak
 But before she could come down again, the branch beneath them broke
 And as both sisters fell quite dead and lifeless by the tree
 It opened up and drew them in, let the young girl free
 She cut out half the blackened heart and half the heart of white
 She went back to her mother's home and there lived out her life
 Let the girls run into the woods and climb the tallest tree
 For the ivy and the climbing vine shall bring you to your knees
 My roots they hold this hill together, entwined in soil and sod
 Wound between the gorse and heather and bound to stone and rock
 Let the girls run into the woods and climb the tallest tree
 For the ivy and the climbing vine shall bring you to your knees
 My roots they hold this hill together, entwined in soil and sod
 Wound between the gorse and heather and bound to stone and rock