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I Was There At The End

I Was There at the End by Operational Cadence A traditional folk murder ballad told from the bedside. This song uses the melody and chord progression of “Streets of Laredo”, a 19th-century American folk ballad that is firmly public domain. All lyrics, vocals, instrumentation, and arrangement in this recording are original. The narrator is the wife. The husband is dying. He confesses his sins. She listens. She stays. The truth arrives quietly, the way it usually does. This recording intentionally preserves the simplicity and inevitability of the traditional form. Minimal harmony. Repetitive structure. A melody designed to be carried, not decorated. The story does the work. Credits & Attribution Traditional folk melody: Streets of Laredo (Public Domain) New lyrics and arrangement: Operational Cadence Recorded and produced by Operational Cadence Metadata Artist: Operational Cadence Track: I Was There at the End Genre: Traditional Folk / Murder Ballad Release Year: 2026 Lyrics: [Verse 1] He took to his bed by the window wide Cold wind cutting through Said “Come sit close, my faithful bride There’s things I must tell you” [Verse 2] His hands were thin, his breath came slow Like a clock about to quit He said “I’ve lived more wrong than right And now I’m paying for it” [Chorus] And I was there at the end, my dear When the light went low and thin I held his hand, I said amen And I was there at the end [Verse 3] He spoke of debts and bitter men And cards he should not have played Said “If I’d listened half as well I'd have known which debt got paid” [Verse 4] He asked me softly, almost kind “If you forgive me now” I kissed his cheek, I smoothed his hair And told him not to fear [Chorus] Yes I was there at the end, my dear When his words began to bend I closed my eyes, I prayed a lie And I was there at the end [Bridge] The doctor said it was the fever The river water, bad and brown The preacher said the Lord had called Another good man down [Verse 5] They never asked me what I poured They never checked the cup They never wondered why I smiled When he could not sit up [Final Chorus] I was there at the end, my dear From the start right to the when He told his sins, he named his fears I poured the rest, and stayed till the end [Outro] So sing it slow, and sing it sweet Like it was fate or chance But every song needs someone there To help it to its end *Written as part of an ongoing exploration of genre and form. Composed using traditional notation and modern production techniques.*