Patrick Wolf

I wanna be a witchman…
No one will wear my silver ring
Poor little turtle dove
Sitting up in pine
Mourning for your own true love
Why not me for mine?
I got hogs in the pen
And corn to feed them on
And all I want is someone
Who will feed them when
I’m dead and gone
Feed them when I’m dead
And gone
‘Cos I know I’m not going to marry in the fall
And I’m not going to marry in the spring
I will never marry, marry at all
No one will wear my silver ring
Wear my silver no one will