on the stone wall
it's the coming of the spring in this lonely town
in simpler times the children would be heard,
their laughs riding the breeze to the edges of the forest.
the sun could rise to the middle of the cloudless sky
and nothing could ever stop joy of spring
but this is not a happy tale
this tale is one of grief and sorrow
if you enjoy a cry take your seat.
for this story shall not disappoint you.
Oh Shanes Hill
their lived a man
was green as the clover.
his life was spent milking the cows
and selling his butter for gold
in his house he harbored his kin,
and a daughter
they never came out for rain nor sun
and grew weary of fighting for fun
so one day when they fell trapped as fox
they devised an excellent plan
they would run out the house when night grew near,
and hopefully get to a town.
so in the night, naked as babies
they slipt through the door of their prison
and running like deer
, into the forest
never to be seen again.
ahh what a travesty
..oh what a crime.
the innocent suffer all in due time
for you see,
the poor children
not knowing their way
stumbled upon a bear
in some hay.
the growls and pains
as he ripped them apart,
no one can describe for easement on the heart.