Come as we go far away 

from then oise of the street 

walk a path so narrow 

to a place where we feel at ease 

some think it is haunting 

to be drawn to the cemetery ground 

as we 

there's a stillness here 

thankful found 



child's pose angelic 

a stone lamb at her feet 

part the matted overgrowth 

to read the carven elegy 



some think it so haunting 

to be drawn to the cemetery ground 

as we 

there's a stillness here 

thankful found 



born in New Albion 

of Rice family elite 

wed to Myron Bilowe 

thrice with sons 

blessed was she 

some think it so haunting 

to be drawn to the cemetery ground 

as we 

God's acre is a fenced in 

hollow ground 



here soon to rise up 

Amelia tender and sweet 

her last words spoke 

all is well 

all is peace 



some think it so haunting 

to be drawn to the cemetery ground 

as we 

God's acre is a fenced in 

hollow ground 



In the quiet morning 

There was much despair 

And in the hours that followed 

No one could repair 



That poor girl 

Tossed by the tides of misfortune 

Barely here to tell her tale 

Rolled in on a sea of disaster 

Rolled out on a mainline rail 



She once walked tight at my side 

I'm sure she walked by you 

Her striding steps could not deny 

Torment from a child who knew 



That in the quiet morning 

There would be despair 

And in the hours that followed 

No one could repair 



That poor girl 

She cried out her song so loud 

It was heard the whole world round 

A symphony of violence 

The great southwest unbound