The Girl Who Vanished

Deep beneath the old oak tree Past the backyard swing I oversee A land so baron, where nothing grows The land I can feel, it somehow knows What's been buried there by one so cold May his conscience plague him until he's old A precious daughter, taken far too soon She met a man, her heart did swoon Until she discovered his hateful heart She knew at once she must depart Fearing for her life, she mustn't stay He knew he'd never let her get away So he took her life right then and there Now she'd never leave him to go elsewhere So he dug a grave where no one would see I pray he pays dearly, for it happened to me.