Open the gate dear woman, walk through my garden gathering stones. In your daisy apron, take off your bonnet & rest in the sun. Beneath your golden halo, you hung your head & you whispered a song. Go to sleep my baby, but your eyes fill with tears cause you’re a mother to none.

This is the world you created, this is your life shining through. This is the world you created. I’m sorry there was nothing I could do.

Walk through the field old lover, gathering your heather now tangled in brier. Your dreams are now a fading ember, though once they were a great, great fire. Now you’re a sojourn woman, lying alone neath the marshy moon & where is the man you waited? Did you leave him alone writing songs in his room?

This is the world you created, this is your life shining through. This is the world you created. I’m sorry there was nothing I could do.

Walk through the streets old woman, crouched without sympathy, bitter with scorn. Stop by the churchyard watching, all of the children play, could have hers. When a small girl approaches running & the old lady, bright eyed, holds out her arms, but the girl screams GO HOME WITCHY WOMAN & her heart sinks, says "I haven't got a home" & she turns & she walks alone.

This is the world you created, this is your life shining through. This is the world you created. I’m sorry there was nothing I could do.