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American Murder Song - August lyrics

Artist: American Murder Song

album: Murder Ballads of 1816: The Year Without a Summer


Who stole the sun from the sky, O Lord?
Pale and unforgiven
Who stole the sun from the skhy, O Lord?
'Round and 'round again
He tempted my wife from Thy Grace, O Lord
Pale and unforgiven
He tempted my wife from Thy Grace, O Lord
'Round and 'round again
She sucked the fruit from Thy tree, O Lord
Pale and unforgiven
She sucked the fruit from Thy tree, O Lord
'Round and 'round again
Naked in shame hung our flesh, O Lord
Pale and unforgiven
Naked in shame hung our flesh, O Lord
'Round and 'round again
Pangs from her belly, they grew, O Lord
Pale and unforgiven
Pangs from her belly, they grew, O Lord
'Round and 'round again
She gave her baseborn a reed, O Lord
Pale and unforgiven
She gave her baseborn a reed, O Lord
'Round and 'round again
He led our Thomas afield, O Lord
Pale and unforgiven
He led our Thomas afield, O Lord
'Round and 'round again
Red fell the stone from his hand, O Lord
Pale and unforgiven
Red fell the stone from his hand, O Lord
'Round and 'round again
Blood! Cried the soil where he fell, O Lord
Pale and unforgiven
Blood! Cried the soil where he fell, O Lord
'Round and 'round again
Was he my brother to keep, he asked?
Pale and unforgiven
Was he my brother to keep, he asked?
'Round and 'round again
Who stole the sun from the sky, O Lord?
Pale and unforgiven
Who stole the sun from the sky, O Lord?
'Round and 'round again

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