He was who he was whether he was liked or disliked, loved or hated
Kate's Song
(Cathy Barton)
Oh yes, I well recall the time, all in my thirteenth year,
When he first rode up unto our farm to bend my papa's ear.
And although I cannot now recall many words the stranger said,
It was clear his thoughts weren't long on pa, they were on pa's girl instead.
His blue eyes made you think of ice and a chilling winter's day;
And they followed me so closely, watching every move I made.
My papa told me eyes were like a window to the soul;
But not so with this handsome man who kept the shutters closed.
And don't you think I know full well how scarlet are those hands,
Those hands that hold me close at night, and gun down scores of men?
And those blue eyes that are watching me in the flickering candlelight,
Are the eyes that gaze right down at death and rob men's sleep at night.
But this man they call a devil is my husband and my friend,
And I would lie by Will Quantrill though he kill a thousand men.
Well, he came to see me more and more and together we would ride,
Across the hills, through tangled woods and the endless countryside.
Sometimes we'd race till all I knew were pounding hooves and wind,
And it made him smile to see me ride my horse just like a man.
So the home we made together was wherever we could ride,
And bed was floors and hard, cold ground wherever we could hide.
And I came to know my lover was a leader amongst men.
His command was large and growing, and they all looked up to him.
And sometimes when I lay with him I'd look into his face,
And he'd look so calm and peaceful there with all the hate erased.
He wasn't hearing dying groans or hearing women cry.
He wasn't seeing bloody ground or the flames that licked the sky.
He'd sleep in peace and it was me who'd wonder how and why.
Well, he's gone off to Kentucky now and left me here alone,
But he said, "Don't worry, Kate, you know I'll soon be coming home."
And it seems like only yesterday I heard Will Quantrill cry,
As he sang out, "Katie, " dear Katie, will you be my own dear bride?"
He sang out, "Katie, Oh dear Katie, will you ride by Quantrill's side?"