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