Jonathan Low lyrics

Last born of the clan first one to be free

Lived inside a house, beneath the hangin tree

...

That chilled him to the bone

Words were cried at night in unforgiving tones

Blood of his men was gone beneath snow

He picked up his knife and his bow

Killer of Jonathan Low

Violence from without and anger from within

Crawling through the fields informin next of kin

They all turned their backs but they all knew his name

And if he could return they'd probably do the same

Blood of his friends was gone beneath snow

For all that I know, he died, killer of Jonathan Low

The blood of his friends was gone beneath snow

For all that I know, he died

Killer of Jonathan Low