She took my heart away from me, Now she wants to set me free. I see a boy in her hands, She says things to him that she never said to me. I ran home to cry on my bed, Not a word to mother was said. Father came home late that night, He looked at me from left to right. He saw me hanging on a rope, He took his knife to cut me down. And on my dress a note was found: "Dig my grave, Dig it deep. Dig my grave, At Least six feet. And on the top, put a dove. And remember this, I died for love..."
