They called her lily of the valley
and she lived beside the river.
The youngest of her sisters
and the prettiest of them all
She was courted by the men in town,
she could have married anyone
The one she made her husband
was the handsomest of all
They were married in a chapel,
Lily bore him seven children
And every night he put her down
and made her feel ashamed
He took the face she used to wear
and put a look of sorrow there
The more he made her suffer,
the more she fell to blame
Fighting for your life was not a crime
One night Lily turned to him
before he raised his hand to her
He laughed and threw an other punch
The blow knocked Liddy to the floor
Somehow she grabbed the kitchen knife
And stabbed her husband dead
The jury, they decided it was murder
In the first degree they said
with her wild and wicked talk
They hanged her by the river
where so many times she wandered
They left her children motherless
Fighting for your life was not a crime
is meant to kill the enemy
But Lily in her own defense
was framed to take the fall
Her children watched their father
beat their mother all too often
The battlefields of families
are the saddest of them all
The willow weeps for Lily
as its branches touch the water
The wind is crying, Lily,
as it sighs along the shore.
The river's singing, Lily,
we all know that you are innocent.
You were promised marriage,
but you had to fight a war.
Fighting for your life was not a crime
Lily of the valley, Lily of the valley