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