The news did arrive slack jawed and late 
My lover is dead, some [bad word] twist of fate 
The dust will settle over the grave 
My branded heart will never be saved 
 [bad word] dawn rise to my feet 
To meet me in the vacant street 
Where dogs will bite and scratch at my heals 
200 miles my lips will be sealed 

From fetching the shovel to digging her tomb 
Our unborn child still lies in the womb 
I’ve carried her body across forsaken land 
And laid her in the earth with my own two hands 

The hills before me and the valleys between 
The stars above me and the heavens unseen 
The sullen shacks by the side of the trail 
I'm broken, I'm starving, I'm lovesick, I'm frail 

The path that I follow will turn and will bend 
But all will have meaning in the end 
To collect her body, tender and fair  [bad word] my rough hands threw her dark wavy hair 

From fetching the shovel to digging her tomb 
Our unborn child still lies in the womb 
I’ve carried her body across forsaken land 
And laid her in the earth with my own two hands 

Gripping the casket, dripping in tears 
Lowering her down with my hopes and my fears 
prayer and a ring go tumbling down 
Landing softly upon another box in the ground 

From fetching the shovel to digging her tomb 
Our unborn child still lies in the womb 
Oh, I’ve carried her body across forsaken land 
And laid her in the earth with my own two hands