The woodsman

I was a fool to take your heart
I was a fool to want more than a part
And I was a fool to be led on
And I should have known when I sang you my song
And I was a fool when I tripped on your crown
Ran into the woods, I hunted you down

I was a fool on my own
Sticky with blood now, in my mountain home

I was a fool when I carried your corpse
Wet with my tears now, placed upon my horse
And I was fool without any course
If I couldn't love you, I'd take something of yours
And I was a fool when I took out my knives
I did as the queen asked, but I kept the prize

I was a fool on my own
Sticky with blood now, in my mountain home
I was a fool for 40 years
I hid in my home and was haunted with fear
And each little shadow or deer in the woods
Made my poor heart race as fast as it could
I took out your heart when things got hard
The country got quiet, I let down my guard
But the queen had a witch who had sent her through time
She came in the night, and she took out my eyes

I was a fool on my own
Sticky with blood now, in my mountain home
I was a fool on my own