Ballad in the Evening

Where, oh where, has my ladylove gone?
Where, oh where, can she be?
With her face cut short, and her hair cut long,
Oh where, oh where, can she be?

Why, oh why, has my ladylove gone?
Why, oh why, did she leave?
With her rope sliced clean, and her blood everywhere,
Oh why, oh why, did she leave?

How, oh how, has my ladylove gone?
How, oh how, did she flee?
With her disfigured face, and her raw beaten skin,
Oh how, oh how did she flee?

To whom, to whom, has my ladylove gone?
To whom, to whom, can she see?
With her gouged-out eyes she can't get very far,
With whom, with whom, can she be?

3/27/2012