So a picture last night and a poem tonight… well maybe lyrics. I just need to sing it a few more times to see if it really has worked- The Year 6 enjoyed it today though! Nb: It is worth looking up the history of crossroad burials if you are not aware of it…
They buried me at the crossroads.
They said that I was to blame.
With a face fit for hanging
And eyes bloody red
And no words to cover my shame.
But I left her singing her swan song,
My tears falling fast in the rain.
I never knew of her death
Till they klept me in irons
And kept on repeating her name.
I bore their fists tight with anger and judgment
As they fitted my up for their frame.
Though it wasn’t my finger
That pulled on the trigger
I killed her, I know, all the same.
For I left her alone in that forest,
Facing her final nights pain.
And one day I will answer
To The Lord, God and Saviour
And plead for his mercy again.
But to the man who murdered my sweetheart,
To this vow I will now stake my claim:
I will haunt you forever
And never will cease
Till you burn in Hell’s fiery flames.
For the night that you murdered my Jenny,
The night that sweet soul was slain,
Was the night that you signed
Your own life away-
With her blood and mine you are stained.
As I went before mans executioner,
God’s vengeful angel I became.
And I’ll fly through the night
To feast on your soul,
Slowly twisting your mind insane.
They buried me at the crossroads
And I hold myself to blame.
And I faced down my hanging
With passion not dread
For her death is my guilt and my shame.