Whilst sitting at her piano,
A tune it just came out,
It was so full of sadness,
We all had so much doubt.
Lydia was her name,
She was on the way to fame,
Her music was a special gift,
And gave us such a lift.
The townsfolk they all gathered around,
To greet this girl they'd found,
And she became an idol,
In this little country town.
One day whilst they were walking,
The lane was deep in snow,
The townsfolk came across this girl,
It's the way she wanted to go.
So now when they hear a piano,
Their thoughts all turn to her,
And so this Somber Story,
Still causes their heart to stir.
Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2014
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