Silent Little Bells

Into a hole in the cold, cold ground on a grey, grey day
 Into a hole, down, down-soft place for us to lay
 I buried us in a secret place none will go
 Bluebells in the field, the only wreath we'll ever know
 No churchyard will ever hold our sad, sad sin
 No coin of copper, silver, gold to buy our way in
 No stone to mark the bitter place where we lie
 No stone but my heart, and no one's tears but mine
 Can you hear
 Judgment in the trees
 How they say
 I'll never rest in peace
 They will say
 Lies I can never untell
 See, the only hymns sang for him were from
 Silent little bells
 Silent little bells
 I loved a man in the worst of ways, loved me once
 Loved me but he left, left me with his son
 But the son he did not rise when it was his time
 I begged my love bury our son, but he said "was none of mine."
 The world it judged me hard for what it did not see
 The woman is a whore, while the man he goes free
 So tell me now for all my pain, can it be a sin
 For a woman done wrong to do the man done it – do that man right in?
 Can you hear
 Judgment in the trees
 How they say
 I will never rest in peace
 They will say
 Lies I can never untell
 See, the only hymns sang for him were from
 Silent little bells
 Silent little bells
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 I took my love to an old, old place on the edge of town
 I told him he could take me, take and lay me down
 I let him kiss me deep on the edge of a well
 I took my lover in my arms and took us both to Hell
 Into a hole in the cold, cold ground on a grey, grey day
 Into a hole, down, down-soft place for us to lay
 I buried us in a secret place none will sing
 Bluebells in the field
 Bluebells in the field
 Bluebells in the field
 And not a one to ring