The Rusty Anchor Ravens on the Scaffold

Ravens on the scaffold
Mud on my boots
Blood in the bracken
Name in their books

Thistle in my collar
Cold iron chain
Priest says my crime
I just mouth your name

Hang me high where the crows remember
Let the wind recite my sins
Carve our mark in the gallows timber
So they know whose ghost walks in
If they’re counting all my failures
Count the nights I loved you too
Hang me high where the crows remember
I was outlaw for you

Whiskey on the windowsill
Knife in the straw
You in the doorway
Fire in your jaw

They offered you silver
Offered you land
You kissed my cheek
Drew their maps in my hand

Hang me high where the crows remember
Let the wind recite my sins
Carve our mark in the gallows timber
So they know whose ghost walks in
If they’re counting all my failures
Count the nights I loved you too
Hang me high where the crows remember
I was outlaw for you

I hear drums in the dirt
As the hilltop shakes
Old gods waking
Every rope they make

If the rope should fray
If the beam should split
Was it curse or prayer
Or your name I spit

Hang me high where the crows remember
Let the wind recite my sins
Carve our mark in the gallows timber
So they know whose ghost walks in
If they’re counting all my failures
Count the nights I loved you too
Hang me high where the crows remember
I was outlaw for you