In a place the I did dwell,
I met a guy I knew so well.
He came and stole my heart from me.
Now he wants to set it free.

He sat another girl upon his knee.
And told her things he never told me.
So I went home to cry in bed.
With not a word to my mother said.

My dad came home late that night.
Searching for me left and right.

He came through a door from which he broke.
There he found me hanging from a rope.
He got a knife and cut me down.
On the dresser a note he found.

Dig my grave, dig it deep.
Bury me from head to feet.
On my grave, place a dove.
So the world can know I died for love.