Louise Louise, Louise come from beneath The current slow and surface still That runs the bank of Prather’s Hill The murky depths of Tugaloo The time draws near, oh dearest dear When cloud has overtaken light On dark and dreary moonless night You’ll rise up from the undertow And when at last you do appear Still clothed in soiled and tattered lace With hate filled shock upon your face So bluish pale and thin in death You’ll then begin to make your way Along the shrouded, winding shore Until you’ve reached his cabin door As silent as a baby’s breath And even though a year has passed Each night, with dread, his mind recalls When on that rainy day last Fall Your corpse he let the river claim A drunkard now, alone he sleeps An empty bottle in his lap He hears your fingers gently tap Tapping on his window pane Louise, Louise came from beneath The current slow and surface still That runs the bank of Prather’s Hill The murky depths of Tugaloo She took the man she once adored When hate had overtaken love As harvest moon shone bright above And dragged him down with her below
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 14:07:18 +0000
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