One Morning – Gillian WelchBy One mornin’, one mornin’ as work I begunWhat did I see ridin’ out of the sunOn the road from LexingtonOne rider, one rider beatin’ the breezeDown on his saddle, low to his kneesComin’ through my willow treesNow closer, the terrible work of the gunWas stiffened and black where his blood all had runBut I knew my wayward sonOne mornin’, one mornin’ the boy of my breastCame to my door unable to restEven in the arms of death www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20