Potter’s Field - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

They don’t know I came to town in my wedding dress

My shoes were shined, I tried my very best

He took my name and he gave me his

But I’d rather none than a name like this

Lay me in a shallow grave

Wrap me in a linen shroud

I would settle for a stone without a name

Out in the potter’s field

I never spoke about the silk and the satin too

That he gave to me to hide the black and blue

But in thе dead of night and behind closed doors

His ragе was never satisfied with more

Lay me in a shallow grave

Wrap me in a linen shroud

I would settle for a stone without a name

Out in the potter’s field

You should’ve seen me on the night I left

Bare feet on the floor and part way dressed

But it starts in the fingers and it moves from there

A frozen girl on the old church stairs

Lay me in a shallow grave

Wrap me in a linen shroud

I would settle for a stone without a name

Out in the potter’s field

Well the prettiest thing I’ve seen since I left the farm

Was the frost shining in the morning sun

And the care with which the old man lay me down

As if he’d lost a daughter of his own

Lay me in a shallow grave

Wrap me in a linen shroud

I would settle for a stone without a name

Out in the potter’s field

I would settle for a stone without a name