The Woodsman - Shannon and the Clams

I was a fool to take your heart

I was a fool to want more than a part

And I was a fool to be led on

And I should have known when I sang you my song

And I was a fool when I tripped on your crown

Ran into the woods, I hunted you down

I was a fool on my own

Sticky with blood now, in my mountain home

I was a fool when I carried your corpse

Wet with my tears now, placed upon my horse

And I was fool without any course

If I couldn’t love you, I’d take something of yours

And I was a fool when I took out my knives

I did as the queen asked, but I kept the prize

I was a fool on my own

Sticky with blood now, in my mountain home

I was a fool for 40 years

I hid in my home and was haunted with fear

And each little shadow or deer in the woods

Made my poor heart race as fast as it could

I took out your heart when things got hard

The country got quiet, I let down my guard

But the queen had a witch who had sent her through time

She came in the night, and she took out my eyes

I was a fool on my own

Sticky with blood now, in my mountain home

I was a fool on my own