See my gentle lady wander,
through the grounds of Armathwaite
See her bow her head in sorrow
as she walks into the night
how i wish that i could know
what her past held years ago
was she torn from her sweet slumber
by the night birds ghostly call
was she then aware i followed
down the stairs across the hall?
how i wish that i could know
what did happen years ago
now shes seen me and she lingers
wondering weather to approach
whilst her nervous trembling fingers
fumble with her moonstone brooch
how i wish that i could know
what her past held years ago
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