Poor Ellen Smith - Kristin Hersh

Come all you kind people, my story to hear

What happened to me in June of this year

It was poor Ellen Smith

And how she was found with a ball in her heart

Lying cold on the ground

If I could go home, home to stay

On poor Ellen’s grave, some flowers I would lay

It was poor Ellen Smith

And how she was found with a ball in her heart

Lying cold on the ground

I come back this winter, my trial to stand

To live or to die as the law may command

It was poor Ellen Smith

And how she was found with a ball in her heart

Lying cold on the ground

It’s true I’m in jail, I’m a prisoner now

But God is here with me and hears ever vow

It was poor Ellen Smith

And how she was found with a ball in her heart

Lying cold on the ground