Bob Gibson - I miss her

There's a shadow on the water, and I'm reminiscing of my daughter
As the moons silvery fingers casts its shadows beneath the tree!
The shadow it gets longer, the more I sit and ponder, I cannot help but wonder
If the night will set her free

Twas on a night as this one, and I don't know where it came from
In the shallows of the river, as it empties to the sea
it was there she came a cropper, but no one 'mortal man' could stop her
She was dragged under the water, by the branches of a tree!

She would have been seventeen this morning, my heart it gave a warning
Her eyes no longer of laughing ' she was fighting to be free'
now I feel so bloody helpless, maybe I was selfish, I want another chance
Dear Lord! take not her, but me!

Bob Gibson

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