–Tim LeVan Miller
Who will take this wife soon to be
Into their forest for the finest tree?
Young lad without a name, you are sly oh yes you are.
So take this soon to be wife for your own.
And who will teach her a new song.
The song of her heart for which she has longed?
Young lad without a name, I have heard you try to sing.
So teach this soon to be wife a sad, sad song.
And who will teach her to cry
Tears that are dark oh yes dark as night?
Young lad without a name you have wronged girls before
So teach her how to fuck and she will learn how to cry.
Who will lift her up as she falls
Who will listen to this tear strung call
As I tell the story of a wife dead and gone
As I tell this story of love turned wrong.
He took your faith, with it your grace.
You were a woman but not for long.
He took your pride and now he’s gone.