The Widow's Bane - Abilene lyrics

Late July, a full moon night, Down past Blanchard Springs, There below that big moonbow Is where I first saw Abilene. Abilene, to hear you sing Is like rain falling on dry land. I gave her my heart and my granddaddy's ring, But when she took it, it fell through her hands. Skin pale as bu*termilk, Eyes deep as wells, A crimson choker made of silk, And a life made of eternal hell. Each full moon she's free to roam This dale, and to be sure - Each full moon she finds me there, But I can never touch her. Skin pale as moonlight, Eyes black as the sky, A crimson choker neatly tied, Holds a bullet like a secret inside.