The Widow's Promise Songtext
von Iris & Rose: "Wild & Thorny"

The Widow′s Promise
By Iris and Rose

High upon a lonely moor, a widow lived alone.
An inn she kept, and as she slept, her pillow heard her moan,
"Oh, many's the lonely traveler that′s spent the night with me,
There's not a man in all creation gives content to me.

Well some can manage once or twice, and some make three or four,
But it seems to me a rarity is the man who can do more.
I'll do anything to find him in heaven or in hell."
And as these words were spoken, then she heard her front doorbell.

And the wind blew cold and lonely across that widow′s moor,
And she never ever turned away a traveler from the door.

So boldly ran the widow and the door she opened wide.
And as she did a tall and handsome stranger stepped inside.
Well, she gave him bread and brandy, and when that he was fed,
He said, "My dear, now have no fear, ′tis time to come to bed.


For I've heard your call way down below and I′ve come to see you right.
But you must come to hell with me if I can last the night."
She said, "You randy devil, to this bargain I'll agree,
For hell on Earth or hell in Hell, it′s all the same to me."

And the wind blew cold and lonely across that widow's moor,
And she never ever turned away a traveler from the door.

Well then they both fell into bed, the devil was working well.
And he thought before the night would end that she′d be in his hell.
But when they came to number nine, the widow cried out, "More!"
And when the twelfth time came around the widow cried, "Encore."

At twenty-five, the devil felt compelled to take a rest.
But the widow she said, "Come raise your head and put me to the test."
At sixty-nine, the widow laughed. "Again, again!" she cried.
And the devil said, "Well I can see just how your husband died."

And the wind blew cold and lonely across that widow's moor,
And she never ever turned away a traveler from the door.

At ninety-nine, the devil, he began to wail and weep
He said, "I'll give you anything if you let me go to sleep."
Before the morning light was up, the devil hobbled home.
And the widow, still not satisfied, once more was left alone.


She laid there and she grumbled and she thought of ninety-nine.
If only that poor devil could have made it one more time.
I′ll call him up again tonight to see what can be done.
With a little more application he could make it a hundred and one.

But when she called to him that night, no devil did appear.
For the first time in eternity, the devil shook with fear.
He said, "Of all the torments, I′ve witnessed here in hell,
I never knew what pain was till I rang your front doorbell.

And the wind blew cold and lonely across that widow's moor,
And she never ever turned away a traveler from the door.

And the wind blew cold and lonely across that widow′s moor,
And she never ever turned away a traveler from the door.