Letras
Young Willy rode out on a dark autumn day
Across mountains and plains he rode away
He rode away to see his true love
There was no one beside her, no one above
Her hair it was red, her eyes they were green
Her skin it was soft like it's sweet seventeen
Like it's sweet seventeen, with a rose in her hand
With lace on her finger, and a golden band
The cold winds did blow and the ash and the oak
The cold winds did blow and the ravens did croak
The ravens did croak and the birds they did cry
The leaves on the trees had started to die
He stepped up beside her and asked tenderly
"Molly, dear Molly, will you marry me?
Will you marry me, my sweet darling dear?"
But she looked away with her eyes full of fear
"Willy, oh Willy, I can't marry you
I'm small and poor, and you know that it's true
You know that it's true, that away you must go
Get up on your horse and please don't be slow."
The cold winds did blow and the ash and the oak
The cold winds did blow and the ravens did croak
The ravens did croak and the birds they did cry
The leaves on the trees had started to die
Willy, he raved when he heard what she said
But there in that moment, he was out of his head
He was out of his head, so he pulled out his knife
And he killed the poor girl, no other man's wife
Willy went down to the bridge river side
Sat down on the banks to wait for his bride
To wait for his bride, her name it was death
And gently the water took away his last breath
The cold winds did blow and the ash and the oak
The cold winds did blow and the ravens did croak
The ravens did croak and the birds they did cry
The leaves on the trees had started to die
The leaves on the trees had started to die
The leaves on the trees had started to die