Broken Chain
Oh my love is a broken chain
that if I had the means to mend
would never be so strong again
oh my love is a broken chain

Oh my love, is a well run dry
without a drop to satisfy
where I drank deep in days gone by
oh my love is a well run dry

Fly now, fly now, and never rest here no more

Oh my love is a tattered cloth
that ne'er will fetch its former worth
eaten up by worm and moth
oh my love is a tattered cloth

Oh my love is a house burned down
the timbers standing, bare and brown
left to fall at the edge of town
oh my love is a house burned down

Fly now, fly now, and never rest here no more