There’s a place in the woods where the trees o’er arch
And the birch branches glisten like bones in the dark
Where I walked with my darling, my dear Maggie Rose
Her hair black as night like a murder of crows

Where the leaves floated lazily down from the trees
And she begged for her life upon bended knees
Where she screamed and she sobbed and she tore at my clothes
And I stole the breath from my dear Maggie Rose

Where I lowered my head to her breast and I wept
And cursed all the promises she’d never kept
Where I kissed her red mouth and held her white hand
And cut from her finger her gold wedding band

Where I dug a grave but didnae dig it deep
And my dear Maggie Rose does forevermore sleep
Beneath fallen leaves where the trees o’er arch
And birch branches glisten like bones in the dark