The Woodsman Songtext

I was a fool when I carried your corpse
Wet with my tears now, placed upon my horse
I was fool without any course
If I couldn't love you, I'd take something of yours
I was a fool when I took out my knives
I did as the queen asked, but I kept the prize

I was a foo-ool oo-oo-ooo-ool on my own
Sticky with blood now, in my mountain home

I was a fool for 40 years
I hid in my home and was haunted with fear

Each little shadow or deer in the woods
Made my poor heart race as fast as it could
I took out your heart when things got hard
The country got quiet it I let down my guard
But the queen had a witch who had sent her through time
She came in the night and she took out my eyes
I was a foo-ool oo-oo-ooo-ool on my own
Sticky with blood now, in my mountain home