David Massengill

David Massengill
David Massengill

Lyrics

O once I loved an outlaw

He came and stole my heart
O how I count the hours
Since we were torn apart

On the road to fairfax county
I spied a highwayman
He wanted all my money
My heart beat like a drum

I gave him all my money
And sweet he smiled at me
His beauty eye took pity
Beneath the old oak tree

We kissed but for an hour
The sun was newly warm
The clouds were as the flowers
That bloom but for a morn

He gave back all my money
And bowed most gallantly
He promised for to meet me
That night beneath the tree

We’d flee to some far island
And there we would be wed
And freely we would live there
With no price upon his head

That night I went to meet him
With my inheritance
He kissed me ’neath the half moon
And joyful we did dance

O love betrays all secrets
It whispers in the breeze
The sheriff he did follow
With all his deputies

Like hounds rushing to slaughter
The fox whose luck is run
And he stood erect and cursed them
God damn you every one

They seized him in a fury
And heeding not my plea
They hung him from the oak tree
Where he made love to me

David Massengill
David Massengill

Lyrics

Once I rode an orphan train,
And my brother did the same.
They split us up in Missouri.
James was five and I was three.

He got taken by some pair,
But for me they did not care.
We were brave and did not cry
When they made us say goodbye.

That was the last I saw of him
Before some family took me in,
But I swore I'd run away
And find my brother James some day.

I went back when I was grown
To see how old the Children's Home (sic),
And I asked for to see my file
Of when I was an orphan child.

It's sad, they say, there's been a flood.
File washed away in Missouri mud.
Sometimes life is a stone wall.
You either climb or else you fall.

In every time on every street,
All the faces that I meet,
And I wonder could one be
My brother James come back to me?

Though I don't know where he's gone,
I have searched my whole life long.
Now I roam from town to town
But there's no orphan lost-and-found.

Sometimes I dream a pleasant sight:
My brother James and I unite.
Remembering our last goodbye,
No longer brave, we start to cry.

I hope he lives a life of ease,
All his days a soft warm breeze.
May he sit upon a throne,
And may he never sleep alone.

(Repeat first verse.)