There's a lonely hilltop
On the cliffs by the sea
It was called the 'Old Hangman'
For centuries
It looks down on raging waters
Which are stirred by hidden rocks
Reaching miles into the ocean
It was named 'Death Lock'
To give the Hangman a new meaning
The whole village from close by
Set to build a stonern lighthouse
As a beacon of life
And the ward was a woman
Who had lost her love and heart
In a storm years ago
She still keeps a hopeful spark
In that spirit she climbs up there
Sure to start the fiery light
Then she'll watch from the tower
In the dead of night
Many months and moons later
She still creeps up those stairs
It takes longer and longer
But she doesn't despair
Then the day comes at last
And she lies down to die
Both her hands clutch her chest
There is hope in her eyes
