Poor Ellen Smith Lyrics - 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