Ramon, Ramon, come home, come home.
I’ve wept so hard, the willows groan.
Ramon, it’s been three long, long years
I’ve been alone in Dragersville.

On June the fourth we were to wed.
I’ve slain your bastard boy instead
Ramon, our child was hard and small,
and split upon the garden wall.

Always will I wait for you my love

Ramon Ramon without a wife,
is living only half a life?
Ramon, now that I’ve tasted blood,
I promise you that I’ll be good.

Ramon, and when we meet again
our love will dig into my bed.
And when, Ramon, we finally wed,
our cake and cream will be of lead.

Always will I wait for you my love

Ramon, Ramon, what shall I do?
I’ve killed your boy instead of you.
Ramon, I’m growing old and still
I wait for you in Dragersville.

Always will I wait for you my love