Below and Above
As I came home one night
I called out to my love but there was no reply
Scratched on the table I could make out a line
It read: ‘I've taken her with me, to make her mine’

Oh, where has she gone
Where is my love
Oh, I will look for her
Below and above

I went out on a search
But got no help from the law, so I turned to the church
The vicar he told me ‘A lean man dressed in black
Said he was looking for your lady and I pointed him to your shack'

Went back home in a haze
To find her body upstairs. I grazed her cold face
I wrote a note to be found by the ones that I love
‘Gone looking for her, below and above'