Gill Landry - Magdalene lyrics

There was no other girl in the country, in the country there was no thief When are you coming to Boston, Miss Mary a long way from home And the first time that I met you, you were standing alone on the steps Confused, ragged and barefoot, you've taken whatever Sound the dead march, take me to the churchyard for all that I'm worth My poor head is aching, my poor heart is breaking Now you're raking me over with earth You gave me a line of talk, you wouldn't tell me your name There was a letter of Ravens, I guessed it was Magdalene When I got to Illinois asked a man they called the bartender Which gold mines I should avoid She whispered softly in my ears, that you can't get there from here I saw the cross on her chain had a hundred degrees below zero I died for that woman Sound the dead march, take me to the churchyard for all that I'm worth My poor head is aching, my poor heart is breaking Now you're raking me over with earth At the top of the hill I'll be sleeping, let the cold drown me in my bed The tomb stone for my pillow, let the moonlight fall on my spread