Edward Lyrics

What's that blood all on your shirt?

Son, come tell to me

Oh that's the blood of me own greyhound

He wouldn't run with me, with me

He wouldn't run with me

Oh, it's too pale for your greyhound's blood

Son, come tell to me

Then it's the blood of me own grey mare

He wouldn't hunt with me, with me

He wouldn't hunt with me

Oh, it's too red for your grey mare's blood

Son, come tell to me

Then it's the blood of my own dear brother

He wouldn't ride with me, with me

He wouldn't ride with me

And what were you all quarreling about?

Son, come tell to me

Oh it's all about a little holly bush

And it might have made a tree, a tree

Might have made a tree

And what will you do when your father comes to know?

Son, come tell to me

I'll set sail in the little sailing boat

I'll sail across the sea, the sea

I'll sail across the sea

And what will you do with your pretty little wife?

Son, come tell to me

Oh she'll sail along in my little sailing boat

She'll sail along with me, with me

She'll sail along with me

And what will you do with your eldest son?

Son, come tell to me

Oh I'll leave him here for you to raise

Rock all upon your knee, your knee

To rock all upon your knee

And when will you come back again?

Son, come tell to me

When the sun and the moon they're on yonder hill

I know that will never be, never be

I know that will never never be