Nine Stone Rig

They shot him dead at the nine stone rig beside the headless cross And they left him lying in his blood upon the moor and the moss They buried him at midnight and the dew fell cold and still And the women in gray for God to pray, and the mist clung to the hill Oh gentle wind that's blowing south from where my love repairs Convey a kiss from his dear mouth and tell me how he fairs The word was carried back to me as if by God's command Your sweetheart was murdered yesterday by your brother's jealous hand No living man I'll love again since my darling went through death's door With one lock of his yellow hair I'll chain my heart forever more Oh mother dear, please make my bed and lay me down in sorrow My love, he died for me last night, and I'll die for him tomorrow They shot him dead at the nine stone rig beside the headless cross And they left him lying in his blood upon the moor and the moss