The Deadly Lover

Come to me, my pretty thing, For killed I was and dead I’ve been. The flowers strewn about my grave I bring to you this lovely day. Draw not back, my little lass. Soon all your fears will leave and pass. Your love I seek to give me life; I’ve come to take you for my wife. The coffin, Dear, is a lonely place, And no one there can know my face. The rattling bones of those I see Are not a dead man’s company. You turn away, you turn to go, My beatless heart has sunken low. My casket calls me with a sigh… I’ll have to wait until you die.