Margaret, Margaret

Margaret, Margaret
Run to the door
Your husband is coming,
He thinks you’re a whore.
He’s been to the bar
To find out who you are,
You’re lovers have told
Now you’re cold.

Margaret, Margaret,
Why should you die,
The adulterous sparrows
Are wondering why.
Was there no mercy
When you faced him alone,
Was he without sin
When he cast the first stone.

Margaret, Margaret
Passions ran high
In the heart of your husband
On the day that you died.
Blinded with fury,
Hurt in his heart
He stabbed you and stabbed you
and you’re life fell apart.

Margaret, Margaret,
Why did you cheat?
What was the sorrow
That washed down to your feet?
That caused you to stray
Lost like a sheep
Into oblivion
Your life to keep.

Margaret, Margaret,
Your husband Jim
Is a white haired old man
But, he’s scarlet as sin.
Surely he cries now
Over your wedding vow
When you said you’d be faithful
For ever and a day.

Margaret, Margaret,
Last but not least
Your children are grown
Like two lost geese.
And missing you always
Their father does too,
But can you believe him
After what happened to you.

21 April 1996

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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