Scotty Morris - Edward lyrics

Mother, I am worn by the day Chasing through the ice and wood Where William and I oft fetch and play Out of breath Mother, please don't stand in the way Help these cottons from my frame So red and frail am I, I could sway To my d**h Tell not thorn nor lie Speak to me o murder child Trouble's in your eye Speak to me o murder child You bite the hand that feeds and crow So count here naked in the snow Tell not thorn nor lie Speak to me o murder child Mother, I must go to my bed Remove your windy barn door hands These stains are of a hare that I've bled On my sword Mother, I have reasoned and pled Nag your William, spoilt and late For this is not the shade of his red By my word Tell not thorn nor lie Speak to me o murder child Trouble's in your eye Speak to me o murder child You bite the hand that feeds and crow So count here naked in the snow Tell not thorn nor lie Speak to me o murder child Tell not thorn nor lie Speak to me o murder child Trouble's in your eye Speak to me o murder child You bite the hand that feeds and crow So count here naked in the snow Tell not thorn nor lie Speak to me o murder child Mother, shall I tender a stab To why a woman births and knits Yet keeps not her dear William from the drab Of the frost? Mother, please don't play to his jab Surely he'll return to grace you While your firstborn's cold as a slab On your cross Tell not thorn nor lie Speak to me o murder child Trouble's in your eye Speak to me o murder child You bite the hand that feeds and crow So count here naked in the snow Tell not thorn nor lie Speak to me o murder child After the spring you shall find him After the snow leaves the hill After the spring you shall find him 'Til then there's no grave to fill After the spring you shall find him After the snow leaves the hill After the spring you shall find him 'Til then there's no grave to fill