Lady black

Lady in black
i knew your son
death was our enemy
death and his gun

death had a tranch
and he blazed away
we took that trench
by the end of the day

lady in black
your son was shot
he was my mate
and he got it hot

deaths a bastard
keeps hitting back
but a wars a war
lady in black

birth hurt bad
but you didnt mind
well maybe death
can be just as kind

so take it quiet
the same as your son
deaths a vicar
armed with a gun

and one day death
will give it back
and then you can speak to him tidy
lady in black