Hanna, My Ophelia
All our lives
Weve been here
Close to the center
Of the largest grinding gear
Things we knew
We knew cause we stayed near
You were my love
For all of my best years
Rifles crack, their lonesome sound
For 20 miles outside of town
Tears fall on my muddy feet
I quiver as the pulleys squeak
As they lower you so slowly in the ground
Your niece she sang
An angels song
Hanna, love I hold
It wont be long
Hanna, I hope it wont be long...