My Dying Bride - A Tapestry Scorned lyrics

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Twas a frosted morn in winter deepWhen Rosey left for woodThe fire was low just barely a glowWhen Rosey left for woodUpon the wall a tapestry hungA farmyard, brook and laneA pleasant scene, naive themeWith wheat and hay and grainNo figures old or youngThe artist did includeBut now upon that landscape fairA woman rough and crudeEach day the image differedThe woman here and thereThen close like a portrait It was Rosey standing there! I met a maid one summers dayI thought to make my wifeOn getting home, the picture redTwas Rosey with a knife! My new love, I took to seeThe rocks above the lakeAnd to my sin I pushed her inThe smile on Rosey's faceDays did pass, and I grew oldBut Rosey looked the sameMy bones were stiff and hair was greyBut Rosey looked the sameUpon the bed and almost deadShe looked down on meFrom tapestry threads her hand did reachMy spirit now set freeAfter a time, friends did comeAnd were sorry to see me paleThe priest said what he thought was rightAnd they carried me awayMy home was cleared, history soldEmpty was my place'Cept a picture on the wallOf lovers in embrace.