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 wonts to set it free.
i see a girl on his lap,
he says things to her 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 hangging 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 top put a dove.
and remember this
i died for love...
