Bonny and Bright He was bonny and bright and broken and he was beautiful. She found him one night by the old oak tree Bloodied and bruised from a day Neither one of them talked about She told him her name, well one of them. Then she sat with him 'til dawn. He was bonny and bright and broken and he was beautiful. Each night after that they met under the tree A place out of sight, out of time Where no one came looking. He never once asked her what happened before And she, to his cost, told him nothing. He was bonny and bright and broken
and he was beautiful. And then the night came, as she knew it would. Her luck ran out So fast the loss left her gasping. Her captors were waiting by the oak tree But it wasn't her that they found. He was bonny and bright and broken and he was beautiful. There was nothing to tell, he knew naught but her name But that didn't stop them From taking much more than they needed. His blood ran down the old oak tree And he breathed his last to the sky. He was bonny and bright and broken and he was beautiful.