Lyrics

A good man, a father, and a friend If he had only known what lie behind the mill Would he? An awful end to an awful bargain Three years and a visitor An impatient and resourceful collector of limbs But the girl is without sin Such pure next of kin A compromise is struck, the visitor just a crook Wishing upon more than what is owed Pure the tears that cleaned the wound No sin upon her, not even the Devil's fur The girl with no hands A wandering spirit with a wandering need Accompanied by angels Their envy, tangible And wander she did Until the garden royal sang to her And with assistance of angels Nourishment consumed With loyalty and speed News delivered to a king A king with a heavy heart And with great hope A wish to marry a girl with no sin A son now given to her A gift carved from love And with this arrival A messenger sent to realize the world But the crook will always have his way