It was Monday morning in heavy rain,
When Josie went from our house, never back again,
Out beyond the hillside where the cattle stand,
With her recent lover holding her right hand.

They both went out together in the Monday mist,
She never saw it coming, waiting at his wrist,
He struck her swiftly and she fell right down,
Flowers grew around her a body never found.

Whenever you're walking out in the snow,
Think of poor Josie all on her own,
Wherever those flowers stand out unknown,
You'll be steppin' on her gravestone.

So tell me where is Josie and where's she flown,
You both went out together you've come back alone,
You sit so sadly with a face so cold,
You're no more paler though than the life you stole.