Banks of the Ohio, Pt. 2 - Joan Baez

I ASKED MY LOVE TO TAKE A WALK,

TO TAKE A WALK, JUST A LITTLE WALK,

DOWN BESIDE WHERE THE WATERS FLOW,

DOWN BY THE BANKS OF THE old OHIO.

AND ONLY SAY THAT YOU’LL BE MINE

IN NO OTHER’S ARMS ENTWINE,

DOWN BESIDE WHERE THE WATERS FLOW,

DOWN BY THE BANKS OF THE old old OHIO.

I HELD A KNIFE AGAINST HER BREAST

AS INO MY ARMS SHE PRESSED,

SHE CRIED, «OH, WAIT, DON’T MURDER ME,

I’M NOT PREPEARED FOR ETERNITY.»

AND ONLY SAY THAT YOU’LL BE MINE

IN NO OTHER’S ARMS ENTWINE

DOWN BESIDE WHERE THE WATERS FLOW

DOWN BY THE BANKS OF THE old OHIO

I STARTED HOME 'TWIXT TWELVE AND ONE,

I CRIED, «MY GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE?

KILLED THE ONLY WOMAN I LOVED,

BECAUSE SHE WOULD NOT BE MY BRIDE.»

AND ONLY SAY THAT YOU’LL BE MINE

IN NO OTHER’S ARMS ENTWINE,

DOWN BESIDE WHERE THE WATERS FLOW,

DOWN BY THE BANKS OF THE OHIO.