Moonshine/White Fist
A dagger glint in a white fist
The moonshine on her nervous face
A true love has been lost
Only left is one trace
A war of the peoples
Boys gone away to fight
The two separated by sea
Her fiancee killed in the night
A car pulled up that day
To bare the news of a boy slain
The look on his torn lover's face
Of pure and utter pain
A dagger glint in a white fist
The moonshine on her nervous face
A true love has been lost
Only left is one trace
The finacee's dagger taken
And placed under the rib
As a lone cry rings out
From the baby left in the crib
