Twenty one years of mourning…
It lingers on
Within three days during the plague
her sons were gone
She never left the room
Also a husband and daughters she lost
within the same three days
The final curtain fell here
All dressed up to the nines to meet them
she invited herself to the ball
Not a sound from behind the blinders
-came-
In the morning she danced on her own
The room ever spinning
Round and round in a whirling dance
Round and round in a whirling dance
Round and round in a whirl she was dancing
Ending her prayers with a wish
of a life to own
she dried the tears that were shed
on a face so drawn
Her thoughts lit up the room: “At last, united!”
All dressed up to the nines to please them
she invited herself to the ball
Not a sound from behind the blinders
-came-
In the morning she died all alone
The room ever spinning
Round and round in a whirling dance
Round and round in a whirling dance
Round and round in a whirl she is dancing
The room ever spinning