Sinner man went down, to the frozen forty,
The winter had done its work, rather worthy
And the fields were wind blown, they were tattered, they were sealed.
And the ground was frozen beneath his heels.
The truth was spoken, all hearts were broken.
And the sinner man just walked away.
He gave them white horses, and a golden carriage, and then he turned to say,
Say a prayer for the sinner man,
He knows not what he has done.
He gives all his love, he gives his money and then, his day is done.
Sinner man walked down to the place he called the byway,
And a path, that lead him through the laurel,
And he worked his way, to the ledge that met the water,
And he hung his head in sorrow.
Say a prayer for the sinner man,
He knows not what he has done.
He gives his love, he gives his money and then, his day, is done.
And then, his day, is done