Unbound

Joan Shelley

Compositor: Joan Shelley

She sat weeping on the hillside
Tears are falling on the stone
Said here lies Danny, son of William
Died young and handsome and far from home

He met her on a gray fall evening
The wind, it drew him to her door
Her red pure cheeks and sad eyes glistened
Her longing stare threw window?

He said, I'll take you from yourself, dear
Far from the home that weighs you down
This old world does not own you
The fence is open, your ties unbound

Now death came waltzing up thе hillside
Her howls and cries, he did obey
A kind cold hand upon a shoulder
For all her tears, these words that came

He said, I'll take you from yourself, dear
Far from the home that weighs you down
This old world does not own you
The fence is open, your ties unbound

He said, I'll take you from yourself, dear
Far from the home that weighs you down
This old world that does not own you
The fence is open, your ties unbound
The fence is open, your ties unbound
The fence is open, your ties unbound