I was weary from battle
Stunned from the blows
Heart sore and weary
My eyes saw a rose
I gentled toward her
May we talk for a while?
More scared than I was fighting
She gave a small smile
She sang for me then
Of whisky and laughter
She sang for me then
for the very first time
What followed from then
Seemed to happen so fast
Put weapons away
Her hand I did ask
No longer the fighter
I ploughed with sword hand
And we drew our knot tighter
And tended our land
She sang for me then
Of whisky and laughter
She sang for me then
and said she was mine
But no peace can last
And the fighting returned
We took to the hills
As our village was burned
She could run no longer
Her face deathly pale
She sunk to her knees
The blood told the true tale
She sang for me then
Of whisky and laughter
She sang for me then
For the very last time
