Emily Shore 1819-1839 Lyrics

Handsome Family Emily Shore 1819-1839

She'd been coughing up blood since the dogwoods bloomed.
Seventeen that spring and confined to her room.
At night her heart pounded holes in her chest.
Death, like a bird, was building its nest.
She'd laughed at the graveyard on one sip of wine and
kept a pet duck till the cat crushed its spine.
But, waltzing one night in a red velvet dress, she
noticed a whistling down in her chest.
Propped up on pillows, she watched the snow fall, trying
to picture an end to it all.
By spring there'd be picnics and merry-go-rounds, but
she'd be nothing but bones in the ground.
And so, on the last day of her short life, Emily called
for her father's penknife. She sawed at her head till the
floor pooled with hair and braided a watch chain for
father (mother) to wear.