I Hung My Heart On Harrow Square

The cart carrying the damned came rolling at a steady pace

On it a sorry, defeated lot, carried through the morning haze

Three men and two women, en route to their doom

To die by my hands, before the clock struck noon

I hung my heart on Harrow square

Laid that noose around her neck and strung her up there

With a steady gracious stride, she climbed the scaffold stairs

Begged me to be quick and clean, then shed one single tear

This god-like, glorious thing served to an ungodly end

Foreordained at our only meet, a lot for which I'll spend...

...hours tormented through ages repent

My one true loss of that lover I sent

To fire and brimstone to torment and flame

To face the beyond without knowing her name

Forgive me my dear your devout murderer

A broken down pauper in grave disrepair

Forgive me oh dearest I solemnly swear

That time's long gone when I last stood here...

... with that awful plight on Harrow square

To lay that noose around your neck and string you up there

I hung my heart on Harrow square

Lay that noose around her neck and strung her up there