[Choral Intro]
Silent falls the autumn heat
In the shadows of Second Street
Hold your breath and count the strikes
In the dark of historic nights
[Verse 1]
Lizzie stands in the parlor hall
Dust is drifting, the pictures fall
A heavy blade in a trembling hand
The darkest tale in a quiet land
No one heard the cellar door
No one saw the blood on the floor
[Chorus]
Lizzie Borden took an axe
Gave her mother forty whacks
When she saw what she had done
She gave her father forty-one!
Through the strings of the Celtic harp
The metal cold, the iron sharp!
[Guitar & Violin Solo]
[Verse 2]
Choral voices whisper low
In the courtroom, the embers glow
Cleaned the dress of any stain
But the ghosts of the past remain
Free of guilt in the eyes of law
But we know what the shadows saw
[Chorus]
Lizzie Borden took an axe
Gave her mother forty whacks
When she saw what she had done
She gave her father forty-one!
Through the strings of the Celtic harp
The metal cold, the iron sharp!
[Outro]
Forty-one...
The silver harp is done.
Only whispers in the rain.
Only silence will remain.