I let Justice Holmsey take me in the moonlight
to Merriwether Fannin's new plowed-field.
He slipped off my nightclothes, we laid between the furrows,
like the soil beneath the plow I had to yield.
The vapors of the earth rose up around us
and the seed was planted deep within the mound.
When he drew me from the ditches
the moon had fell to darkness
and the call of the whippoorwills was the only sound.
I left Justis in the harvest of November
before the fruit I carried had come ripe.
In a meadow of the deep woods shaking like a doe
should I dropped a baby daughter in the midnight.
I wrapped her in the skin off a gray wolf suckling
and left her with the cubs at a gray wolf's door
for Justis and his posse were coming hard behind me
and I would not hold my little girl no more.
They took me shortly after and drug me to a willow
with noose and knot they hoisted as I moaned.
He saw I had delivered and cursed me for a slayer
he said "When she's dead we'll flay 'er"
as the rope snapped my neck bone.
I saw Justis as I swung there in the midnight,
my eyes were cool and dead but still they saw.
They saw a swift gray wolf pack overwhelm his posse
till the ground was swamped with blood and bones gnawed raw.
A she-wolf gently licked my my baby daughter
as her partner stood on Justis' broken back.
Now I fly as the spirt with the wolf pack of my daughter.
You'll find us on the moonlit forest track.
I saw Justis Holmsey's grave in the moonlight
next to Merriwether Fannin's new plowed field.
