Letra de Stick Stock

Stick stock, stone dead
Stick stock, stone dead
My stepmother slew me
My dear father ate me
Little brother, whom I love
Sits below, I sing above
Stick stock, stone dead
My stepmother was beautiful
She stole my father’s heart away
Wanted him all for herself
Wanted me out of the way
Stick stock, stone dead
My little brother, he was born
With hair as black as the
carrion crow
My hair grew gold as summer corn
She grew bitter as the
Sluagh
Stick stock, stone dead
We played in the shade of the juniper tree
Like a raven and a dove
Stepmother’s heart twisted like bark
Till she had no room for love
Stick stock, stone dead
Come in, come in, my sweetie pies
Night is near and better beware
But before you sleep,
Susie
, sweet
Let me comb your golden hair
Your lovely locks are full of knots
That will break my ebony comb
Fetch father’s axe, a billet of wood
We’ll cut the knots that wind has blown
Stick stock, stone dead
That night my brother had a dream –
A white bird crying scarlet tears
In the morning when he woke
His tender heart was full of fear
My stepmother
baked tender pies
Neat meat pies with
crusts of gold
My father ate up every bite
Brother let his pies grow cold
Stick stock, stone cold
In the woods they found my bones
Buried them under the juniper tree
On my grave my brother weeps
Weeps until he cannot see
And I will sing my little song
To sooth my brother’s tears away
To ring in my stepmother’s ears
Until she turns into the clay