Lament For Derwent Village Lyrics

Seven pink roses
All that I saved
Faded pink roses, crumbling, pressed in the page
Last of the roses
My sweat and my blood
My beautiful garden strangled weeds in the flood
When a heart can be drowned
When strong stones so easily broken
Never more will bird song sound
My fathers stories will no more be spoken
A single memorial
The church spire remained
Cresting the waters surface, at least ‘till today
But they're coming with dynamite And she too must go
She'll lie with the empty graves in that deep black below
When a heart can be drowned
When strong stones so easily broken
Never more will bird song sound
My fathers stories will no more be spoken
Home is the landmarks
Worn rock and marked tree
The land is your family's story, that valley was me
Seven pink roses
All that I saved
Dark tempest waters washed their strong roots away

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