***I sit in the park where I dwell,
For this boy I love so well
He took my heart away from me
and now he wants to set me free.***
***I see a girl on his lap
He says things he never said
to me.
I ran home to cry on my bed.
Not a word to mother was said***
***Father came home late that night
He looked at me from left to right
He saw me hanging from a rope
He took his knife to cut me down]
And on my dress a note was found.***
***Dig my grave, Dig it deep
Dig my grave from head to feet
And on the top place a dove
And know ,I died for Love***
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
***I sit in the park where I dwell,
For this boy I love so well
He took my heart away from me
and now he wants to set me free.***
***I see a girl on his lap
He says things he never said
to me.
I ran home to cry on my bed.
Not a word to mother was said***
***Father came home late that night
He looked at me from left to right
He saw me hanging from a rope
He took his knife to cut me down]
And on my dress a note was found.***
***Dig my grave, Dig it deep
Dig my grave from head to feet
And on the top place a dove
And know ,I died for Love***
