Magdalene Songtext
von Drunk

Lay her in the grave today
I will not go away
Pick a hair from my head
And wave it at the day, day away
I would marry Magdalene
But the bride has better plans
When she told me to betrothal
To a wounded gentleman Well I showed her all my scars
And the splint I used to wear
But her affliction was well taken
By the wound mark of a spear, of a spear
Well my ribs have healing well my love
But the marrow it′s at bone
That the hand of your betrothal
Could have weathered then my own, then my own