Last born of the clan

First one to be free

Lived inside a house

Beneath the hanging tree

Loved them deadly nights

That chilled him to the bone

Words were cried at night 

In unforgiving tones



Blood of his men was gone beneath snow

He picked up his knife and bow

Killer of Jonathan Low



Violence from without 

And Anger from within

Crawling through the fields

Informing next to kin

They all turned their backs

But they all knew his name

And if he could return

They'd probably do the same



Blood of his friends was gone beneath snow

For all that I know he died

Killer of Jonathan Low



The blood of his friends was gone beneath snow

For all that I know he died 

Killer of Jonathan Low


                          Thanks to April Young for correcting these lyrics