Bradwell's Lost Daughter

Silence swims as a fish in the water
Lighting the Lumb with her colours so bright
But each Christmas Eve see what magic transforms her
Bradwell’s lost daughter takes wing in the night

Found alone at a house up at Hill Head
Poor long dead wretch buried under the stair
They’ve lifted her body and dug down so deeply
They’ve lain her to rest but no rest she finds there

See, she rises like mist in the meadow
Still, she comes like the shadow of night
With each ghostly creaking the dead girl comes creeping
The sorrowful spector avenging her plight

Soon, this village, so sleepless and shaken
Sent for a church man renowned for his skill
And strait way he’s come with no airs and no graces
And walked without word to that house on the hill

Into that house crammed the neighbours around him
Through doorways and windows they hung for the show
In a circle of chalk he has knelt down so steady
And prayed with such force water poured down his brow

All of a sudden, the floor took to shaking
Up, down and upwards, until this man cried out
"Arise, arise, I charge and command thee"
The whole world went still, and her ghost did appear

"Sorry am I now I look down upon you
So sad are your eyes that it makes my heart numb
If you will not be gone, you can stay in this village
But you must live as a fish in the mouth of the Lumb

And now for you sinners who gather around me
I’d have you reminded for causing this woe,
So she’ll rise once each season, and to lumbly pool hasten
She’ll fly as a blackbird, but as white as the snow

Silence swims as a fish in the water
Lighting the Lumb with her colours so bright
But each Christmas Eve, see what magic transforms her
Bradwell’s lost daughter takes wing in the night.