I saw her bathing on the roof

And my heart starts its beat

And I knew that I desired

For another man’s things

But I called her to my castle

‘Cause her man was off at war

And I brought her to my bedroom

And then I shut the door

And when a few months later

She called me with the news

I had nearly forgotten

That woman on the roof

I called her husband home from war

But he would not see his wife

So then and there I started scheming

How I’d take his life

So I sent him to the front lines

And I pulled back the troops

That’s how I became a killer

For that woman on the roof

She became my wife

She gave us a son

When the prophet came to see me

About the sin I’d done

A sinner against God

I knew that he was right

And the sins of the father

Took my own son’s life

So the man after his heart

Has a heart like a grave

But a promise of a kingdom

Of a throne, of a name

He bought my broken heart

Back from the tomb

And he sent another son

From that woman on the roof

Yes, another son would come

From that woman on the roof

The story does not end here/ God’s stories rarely do

For another son would come/ From that woman on the roof