Love Henry

Love Henry - Bob Dylan

Get down get down Love Henry she cried

And stay all night with me

I have gold chains and the finest I have

I'll apply them all to thee

I can't get down and I shan't get down

Or stay all night with thee

Some pretty little girl in Cornersville

I love far better than thee

He layed his head on a pillow of down

Kisses she gave him three

With a penny knife that she held in her hand

She murdered mortal he

Get well get well Love Henry She cried

Get well get well said she

Oh don't you see my own heart's blood

Come flowing down so free

She took him by his long yellow hair

And also by his feet

She plunged him into well water where

It runs both cold and deep

Lie there lie there Love Henry she cried

Til the flesh rots off your bones

Some pretty little girl in Cornersville

Will mourn for your return

Hush up hush up my parrot she cried

Don't tell no news on me

Or these costly beads around my neck

I'll apply them all to thee

Fly down fly down pretty bird she cried

And light on my right knee

The doors to your cage shall be decked with gold

And hung on a willow tree

I won't fly down I can't fly down

And light on your right knee

A girl who would murder her own true love

Would kill a little birdlike me