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.