The Ballad Of Judith Anne

Wish I could hear you out of my good ear
Never was much for peace and quiet dear
But I've walked the line every time like a good girl should
Until then the weight of those days made a difficult play
When you left for good

So now this bag of bones I've been known to carry
This bag of bones has gotten way too heavy

She was such a beautiful girl
With her Shirley Temple curls and mischievous eyes
But oh, I'm afraid we will never know from that faded look in her smile
It's such a shame, such a shame, such a shame, how pictures can sometimes lie

So now this bag of bones I've been known to carry
This bag of bones has gotten way to heavy

All we have are pictures from the day when she was loved
Someone knows her deeply and holds the secrets I'd like to be privy of

But no one is left who remembers that girl
With her Shirley Temple curls and mischievous smile
Only my dreams piece together the scenes of a life she once had
Goodbye my sweet Judith Ann
All the things she signified have been buried since she died
Goodbye my sweet Judith Anne

This next stop is mine, and I'm travelling light
This next stop is mine, and I'm travelling light