Poor Ellen Smith Lyrics by Kristin Hersh

Poor Ellen Smith Lyrics

    Come all you kind people, my story to hear
    What happened to me in June of this year
    It was poor Ellen Smith
    And how she was found with a ball in her heart
    Lying cold on the ground
    If I could go home, home to stay
    On poor Ellen's grave, some flowers I would lay
    It was poor Ellen Smith
    And how she was found with a ball in her heart
    Lying cold on the ground
    I come back this winter, my trial to stand
    To live or to die as the law may command
    It was poor Ellen Smith
    And how she was found with a ball in her heart
    Lying cold on the ground
    It's true I'm in jail, I'm a prisoner now
    But God is here with me and hears ever vow
    It was poor Ellen Smith
    And how she was found with a ball in her heart
    Lying cold on the ground

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