The Answer To Little Blossom

Oh dear I'm so sad and heart broken waiting in my prison cell

To be trialed for the death of sweet blossom my baby that I love so well

Last night as I drank in the barroom through the front door my little girl came

I watched as she slowly approached me and trembled as she spoke my name

My mind was wounded from drinking as I looked on her face sweet and fair

I thought that a demon approached me for I strucked her down with my chair

In a flash with my reason returning in pride I looked down at my feet

And saw not the foam of a demon but my little blossom so sweet

I gathered her close to my bossom her laugh was fast fading away

Dear God I have murdered my baby and now with my life I must pay

I'm thinking tonight of that June day I walked down isle with my bride

When I promised to love and protect her she then was my joy and my pride

But soon I had started to drinking and now I drop dead to our home

Oh why must the innocence suffer and then reap just what they have sown

I pray to my Maker in Glory for this deed I might be forgiven

And I hope that the circle I broken will soon be mattered in heaven