The Murder of the Lawson Family - Sharon Needles

It was on last Christmas evening

The snow was on the ground

His home in North Carolina

Where the murder was bound

His name was Charlie Lawson

And he had a loving wife

But, we’ll never know what caused him

To take his family’s li-i-ife

They say he killed his wife the first

And the little ones did cry

«Please, Papa, won’t you spare our lives?

For it is so hard to die!»

But, the raging man could not be stopped

He would not heed their call

He kept on firing fatal shots

Until he killed them a-a-all

And when the sad, sad news was heard

It was a great surprise

He killed six children and his wife

And then he closed their eyes

And now, farewell, great friends at home

I’ll see you all no more

Into my breast I’ll fire one fatal shot

And then my troubles will be over

They did not carry him to jail

No lawyers did he pay

He’ll have his trial in another world

On the final Judgement Day

They were all buried in a crowded grave

While Angels watched above

Come home, come home my little ones

To the land of peace and love