Song Description

A sad, post-murder ballad.

Lyrics

There's a sermon in that Bible for the wicked I reckon we need,
But this night's grown as black as that leather and it's too dark to read.

The promise that I made to my woman are the only words I've ever kept true:
I said I'll bury you at night and I'll hide you out of sight,
And a garden of stars will bloom for you.

In the gray and wintry hills of old Virginia where little grows,
There's a place I can recall to my vision where no one goes.

And I promised to plant for you a garden, but you promised you'd always be true.
So I'll bury you at night, when the moon is shining bright,
And a garden of stars will bloom for you.