A Tapestry Scorned Lyrics - My Dying Bride

Twas a frosted morn in winter deep 

When Rosey left for wood 

The fire was low just barely a glow 

When Rosey left for wood 

Upon the wall a tapestry hung 

A farmyard, brook and lane 

A pleasant scene, Naïve theme 

With wheat and hay and grain 

No figures old or young 

The artist did include 

But now upon that landscape fair 

A woman rough and crude 

Each day the image differed 

The woman here and there 

Then close like a portrait 

It was Rosey standing there 

I met a maid one summers day 

I thought to make my wife 

On getting home, the picture red 

'Twas Rosey with a knife! 

My new love I took to see 

The rocks above the lake 

And to my sin I pushed her in 

The smile on Rosey's face 

Days did pass and I grew old 

But Rosey looked the same 

My bones were stiff, and hair was grey 

But Rosey looked the same 

Upon the bed and almost dead 

She looked down on me 

From the tapestry threads her hand did reach 

My spirit now set free 

After a time my friends did come 

And were sorry to see me pale 

The priest said what he thought was right 

And they carried me away 

My home was cleared, history sold 

Empty was my place 

'Cept a picture on the wall 

Of lovers in embrace