I lost my wife in 1989

Grew a certian kind of undectectable cancer

She left me alone in a seven bedroom home

Built upon the balls of fallen soldiers

I don’t recall putting that picture on the wall

The one of mother and child at Easter time

I hear strange things creeping in at night

I have strange dreams in the bed where Lucy died

The day that Lucy died was the hottest of the summer

Her family all stood around just sweating

When she expired they all when back to the city

I’ve never seen a living soul again

I burried down beneath the garden that Lucy proudly grew

The whitest rose that ever was it bloomed

I hear strange things creeping in at night

I have strange dreams in the bed where Lucy died

I hear strange things creeping in at night

I have strange dreams in the bed where Lucy died

Autor: Marlon Williams

Álbum: Marlon Williams

Año: 2016