Lover's Crime

The Walkabouts

Way up north, my love lies sleepin'

Her lonely grave, beneath the pines

How sadly I recall her memory

She was my own true love devine



One night I found her with another

They did not know I was around

In a blinded rage I drew my pistol

I killed them both and fled that town



For many days I wandered over

Across the sea and desert sands

My heart filled with grief and sadness

I could not clense these, my blooded hands



For many years I've been a prisoner

My grayin' hair marks off the time

I'm going back to my old north-lands

To wash away my sin and pride

To wash away my sin and pride