Nic Jones - Edward lyrics

"What's that blood all on your shirt? Son, come tell to me." "Oh, that's the blood of my own grey hound, He wouldn't run with me, with me, He wouldn't run with me." "Oh it's too pale for your greyhound's blood, Son, come tell to me." "Then it's the blood of my own grey mare, He wouldn't hunt with me, with me, He wouldn't hunt with me." "Oh it's too red for your grey mare's blood, Son, come tell to me." "Well, it's the blood of me own dear brother, He wouldn't ride with me, with me, He wouldn't ride with me." "And what were you all quarrelling about? Son, come tell to me." "Oh it's all about a little holly bush And it might have made a tree, a tree, It might have made a tree." "And what will you do when your father comes to know? Son, come tell to me." "Oh, I'll set sail in a little sailing boat, I'll sail across the sea, the sea, I'll sail across the sea." "And what will you do with your pretty little wife? Son, come tell to me." "Oh she'll sail along in my little sailing boat, She'll sail along with me, with me, She'll sail along with me." "And what will you do with your eldest son? Son, come tell to me." "Oh I'll leave him here for you to raise, Rock all-upon your knee, your knee, To rock all-upon your knee." "And when will you come back again? Son, come tell to me." "When the sun and the moon there on yonder hill, I know that will never never be, never be, Know that will never never be."