Factory Girl - Rhiannon Giddens

As I went a-walkin' on a fine summer’s mornin'

The birds on the bushes did whistle and sing

The lads and the lassies in couples were sportin'

Then back to the factory, their work to begin

I saw one amongst them, she was fairer than any

Her cheeks like the roses that bloom in the spring

Her skin like the lily that grows in yon' valley

She was only a hard workin' factory girl

I stepped up to her

More closely to view her

When on me she cast a look of disdain

Saying, «Young man, stand off me

And do not come near me

I work for my living and think it no shame»

The next morning I was there ready and waiting

And begged her to talk to me just for a spell

And each morning after she lingered still longer

And then hurried away at the sound of the bell

Then came the morning when silence did greet me

The birds on the bushes were stricken and still

So I stepped on the path where she often did meet me

And I walked to the factory up on the hill

The crowd gathered around, couldn’t hide the destruction

I cast my eyes on it in such disbelief

A truth of the world settled into the ashes

The rich man’s neglect is the poor man’s grief

As I stood there, a whisper, it did caress me

A faint scent of roses my senses begun

I lifted my face and I saw that above me

A thousand young butterflies darkened the sun