Kristin Hersh — Banks Of The Ohio lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Banks Of The Ohio" by Kristin Hersh.

Lyrics

My love asked me, to take a walk
Just to walk, a little way
And as we walked along we talked
Of when would be our wedding day
We walked beneath the whispering pines
His heart was filled with love divine
And as we neared the riverside
He asked me when I’d be his bride
Oh no your bride, I’ll never be Another one’s prepared for me And as I drew my hand from his
His heart was filled with fire divine
He drew his knife across my breast
And in his arms I gently pressed
Willy dear, don’t murder me For I am not prepared to die
He took me by my golden curls
He drug me down to the riverside
And as he threw me into drown
He watched me as I floated down
He started home 'tween twelve and one
Thinking on the deed he’d done
Murdered just the one he loved
Because I would not be his bride