Widows and Revolutionaries

We met on a train back in 1901
You read me your poems and you polished your guns
I was a child surrounded by war
Dreaming of love ’til you came to my door

The city was falling, we all were afraid
The rebels were stirring and calling your name
You snuck out my window one cold Easter night
You said, “When I get back, I’ll make you my wife”

I wanted more, I wanted more
You never returned, you were thrown in a cell
I wanted more, more
We’ll wed in the eve you’ll be dead in the morn

We married on a Sunday the chapel filled up
No friends or family, just COs and thugs
We both said I do then we kissed one last time
Now that I have you I can’t say goodbye

I wanted more, I wanted more
I’ll change if I have to, just keep me alive
I wanted more, I wanted more
We wed in the eve, I’ll be dead in the morn