Once piercing eyes his vision clouds
A forsaken man who lost his wife
Her ruffian nameless never found
He dwells on the higher ground
Their home gone to rack and ruin
Near a lake where she was drown
Folks hail him Trouble Brewen
Her death a subdued mystery
The sheriffs first unsolved crime
The couple's sordid history
Reared a preacher son their joy sublime
On Sundays he attends mass
Never first inside the church
He feels better seated last
A bit unkempt his boots track dirt
The service starts with a holy hymn
As the reverend surveys his flock
His eyes settle on next of kin
A tear born the organist stops
The lector requests all to stand
Holding their revered prayer books
This house of God it's beauty claimed
Was built by his powerful hands
And until this day studied by the
Unrelenting lawman's harried look