Gregory Page Charlotte's Grave
Walking 'round an old cemetery
on a cold autumn day
Words carved in stone on a forgotten grave
Charlotte, she died on her birthday
A beloved wife and loving mother
died, way too young
At 23, her days were done
Scotland was where she came from
Long ago, when days have passed
When Charlotte was just a young lass
She'd run through fields of tall green grass
A free spirit with wild, red hair
Now, on a boat, she spends her nights
Dreaming of a brand new life
A letter from her true love came
His poetry swept her heart away
She left a husband and two children
with sweet memories
April 9th, 1863
"Departed from Earth, rest in peace"
Her family came to pay their respects
They'd stand right here
Bringing flowers and prayers and tears
But nobody stood her for years
Long ago, when days have passed
When Charlotte was just a young lass
She'd run through fields of tall green grass
A free spirit with wild, red hair
Now, on a boat, she spends her nights
Dreaming of a brand new life
A letter from her true love came
His poetry swept her heart away
Walking 'round an old cemetery
on a cold autumn day
Words carved in stone on a forgotten grave
Charlotte, she died on her birthday
