The Answer to Little Blossom

Oh dear, I'm so sad and heart broken
Waiting in my prison cell
To be trialled for the death of sweet blossom
My baby that I love so well

Last night as I drank in the barroom
Through the front door my little girl came
I watched as she slowly approached me
And trembled as she spoke my name

My mind was wounded from drinking
As I looked on her face sweet and fair
I thought that a demon approached me
For I strucked her down with my chair

In a flash with my reason returning in pride
I looked down at my feet
And saw not the foam of a demon
But my little blossom so sweet

I gathered her close to my bosom
Her laugh was fast fading away
Dear God, I have murdered my baby
And now with my life I must pay

I'm thinking tonight of that June day
I walked down isle with my bride
When I promised to love and protect her
She then was my joy and my pride

But soon I had started to drinking
And now I drop dead to our home
Oh why must the innocence suffer
And then reap just what they have sown

I pray to my Maker in glory
For this deed I might be forgiven
And I hope that the circle I broken
Will soon be mattered in Heaven