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THE SPINSTER
She wasn't pretty any more
her hair was mousy grey
she'd wrap it round and round her head
for she loked it worn that way
for he'd said
he loved her long and golden hair
which shown so in the sun
and she never cut it from that day
for he was her precious one
She had at one time been so beautiful
with eyes so blue and clear
and she loved a handsome soldier boy
and would always hold him dear
She'd lived alone for many years
inside her little home
and lonely days seemed ever long
for she was so alone
For long ago, she'd loved this boy
who had set her heart aglow
but soon he went to fight in world war one
the only love she'd ever know
Love letters flew both back and forth
they talked of marriage and a small house of stone
but all to soon he lost his life
t'was called, 'The Battle Somme'
The telegram had come to her
one sad day long ago
her young heart broke, she died inside
for she had loved him so
Long lonely years passed slowly by
and she mourned deep in her soul
for love had simply passed her by
and left her sad and old
She stayed to herself, no friends at all
and her counternance grew stern
no one had ever seen her smile, and why
no one had cared to learn
The little ring he'd given her
she kept
inside it's velvet box, in her old cedar chest
and every day she'd take it out
and hold it to her breast
She thought of things that might have been
oh , if he had not died
as tears streamed down her wrinkled cheeks
for his love, she'd been denied
Some folks called her an old recluse
some just turned the other way
but they all thought her strange and different
for by herself
she talked to some one, who wasn't there
every live long day
And then one day she simply disappeared
just vanished in the night
then they wondered just where she had gone
and if she was alright
But she was fine and laughing now
some where beyond the son
for her soldier had not forgotten her
his love was true
and he came one night, one awesome night
and simply took her home
And later on they only found
a soldiers hat, lying on her faded chair
and a velvet ring box lying empty
but the ring just was not there
But far away in a garden bright
in God's heaven up above
where there was no hurt or pain
she clasp him to her gentle heart
for she'd found her love again
