Jonathan Low

Intro 4x: Verso: Last born of the clan first one to be free Lived inside a house, beneath the hangin' tree Londonderry nights that chilled him to the bone Words were cried at night in unforgiving tones Blood of his men was gone beneath snow He picked up his knife and his bow Killer of Jonathan Low Instrumental: (2x) (4x) Verso: Violence from without and anger from within Crawling through the fields informin' next of kin They all turned their backs but they all knew his name And if he could return they'd probably do the same Refrão: Blood of his men was gone beneath snow He picked up his knife and his bow Killer of Jonathan Low Instrumental: (2x) (4x) Blood of his men was gone beneath snow He picked up his knife and his bow Killer of Jonathan Low