Song Of Joy

<br>Have mercy on me, sir<br>Allow me to impose on you<br>I have no place to stay<br>And my bones are cold right through<br>I will tell you a story<br>Of a man and his family<br>And I swear that it is true <br><br>Ten years ago I met a girl named Joy<br>She was a sweet and happy thing<br>Her eyes were bright blue jewels<br>And we were married in the spring<br>I had no idea what happiness and little love could bring<br>Or what life had in store<br>But all things move toward their end<br>All things move toward their their end<br>On that you can be sure <br><br>La la la la la la la la la la<br>La la la la la la la la la la <br><br>Then one morning I awoke to find her weeping<br>And for many days to follow<br>She grew so sad and lonely<br>Became Joy in name only<br>Within her breast there launched an unnamed sorrow<br>And a dark and grim force set sail<br>* Farewell happy fields *<br>* Where joy forever dwells *<br>* Hail horrors hail * <br><br>Was it an act of contrition or some awful premonition<br>As if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night<br>Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife<br>Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention!<br>Well, could it be?<br>How often I`ve asked that question<br>Well, then in quick succession<br>We had babies, one, two, three <br><br>We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly<br>They were their mother`s children<br>Their eyes were bright blue jewels<br>And they were quiet as a mouse<br>There was no laughter in the house<br>No, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly<br>"No wonder", people said, "poor mother Joy`s so melancholy"<br>Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home<br>I was visiting a sick friend<br>I was a doctor then<br>Joy and the girls were on their own <br><br>La la la la la la la la la la<br>La la la la la la la la la la <br><br>Joy had been bound with electrical tape<br>In her mouth a gag<br>She`d been stabbed repeatedly<br>And stuffed into a sleeping bag<br>In their very cots my girls were robbed of their lives<br>Method of murder much the same as my wife`s<br>Method of murder much the same as my wife`s<br>It was midnight when I arrived home<br>Said to the police on the telephone<br>Someone`s taken four innocent lives <br><br>They never caught the man<br>He`s still on the loose<br>It seems he has done many many more<br>Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim`s blood<br>The police are investigating at tremendous cost<br>In my house he wrote * "his red right hand" *<br>That, I`m told is from Paradise Lost<br>The wind round here gets wicked cold<br>But my story is nearly told<br>I fear the morning will bring quite a frost <br><br>And so I`ve left my home<br>I drift from land to land<br>I am upon your step and you are a family man<br>Outside the vultures wheel<br>The wolves howl, the serpents hiss<br>And to extend this small favour, friend<br>Would be the sum of earthly bliss<br>Do you reckon me a friend?<br>* The sun to me is dark *<br>* And silent as the moon *<br>Do you, sir, have a room?<br>Are you beckoning me in? <br><br>La la la la la la la la la la<br>La la la la la la la la la la