Coordinates: 52°03′32″N 0°30′14″E / 52.059°N 0.504°E / 52.059; 0.504
Wixoe is a village and civil parish in the St Edmundsbury district of Suffolk in eastern England. Located on the northern bank of the River Stour, two miles south-east of Haverhill, in 2005 its population was 140. It consists largely of Victorian cottages along a narrow lane. There is a church of 12th-century origin, St Leonard's, much restored in the 1880s. It was recorded in the Domesday Book, at 600 acres one of the smallest parishes in the hundred of Risbridge. There are some 13 listed buildings, including a 19th-century bridge and a water mill.
The Great Eastern Railway ran through the village, part of the Stour Valley line from 1865 until its closure in March 1967 under the Beeching 'axe'. The nearest stations were Sturmer to the west and Stoke-by-Clare to the east. The track and embankments remain clearly visible.
Roman remains have been frequently located in the vicinity, mostly on the Essex side of the Stour and a settlement has long been proposed. In 1803 close to Watsoe Bridge TL 706 430, an earthwork enclosure was identified as a 'camp', along with two cemeteries. In 1973 aerial photography showed many large pits, two streets and a building with flint foundations, close to the river. Fieldwalking and metal detection over many years revealed multiple finds of coins and other artefacts: brooches, figurines, pottery. The location has been identified as one of eight small Roman towns in Suffolk, including Icklingham, Long Melford and Felixstowe, that of Wixoe being estimated to occupy 12 hectares.
Well I met the man who killed my mother
He put holes inside her arms
No they were not marks of stigmata lord
Just a drug pumping empty heart
Well I met the man who took my father
Put him in jail and locked him away
Well they say he forgot his children lord
He might remember us again someday
I blame the devil
Well I met the man who killed my grandmother
He took her mind as the shotgun blew
A year later my grandfather followed her
He’d had enough and shot himself too
Well I met the man who took my good friend
Oh, but he was only seventeen
I saw him laying in a cushioned coffin lord
It wasn’t him staring back at me
I blame the devil, what else could it be
I blame Jesus he ain't answering me
Don’t call me depressed, don’t call me sad
I’m giving up on this life I had
Well I met the man who raped my childhood
Oh well we were never young it’s true
But when everyone around you keeps dying lord
What the hell are we supposed to do
Well I met the man who took my sister
In a new family she will stay
And it’s true that my mother’s a sinner lord
She let another family fade away
I blame the devil, what else could it be
I blame Jesus he ain't answering me
Don’t call me depressed, don’t call me sad