• Woe is me and
    I am woe
    A sadder tale
    Ill never know

    Of little Nancy
    Short and frail
    Now embedded in
    The wishing well

    With slight blond curls
    That framed her face
    And a bright white dress
    Weighed down with lace

    And green eyes flicked
    With a brownish tint
    She smiled the smile
    Of innocence

    She wanted what
    young girls desire
    Too dawn a dress
    Of rich attire

    So once upon
    A fateful day
    Against her mothers will
    She ran away

    With the nickel
    From the church she was given
    A childrens book
    And a bright pink ribbon

    she ran boldy to the farmers house
    Through blistering cold rains
    With just her nerves to calm her
    And that eerie song she sang:

    I Fell in the darkest night
    From my lover's

    Lost in the Darkest night
    Where ive been alone
    Here I dwell
    In Heavens Hell
    Till I too am rock and bone