Sarah Jane

Walk a mile in my tattered shoes,
Then you’ll know how it feels to lose,
When the pain was too much to bare,
I crept away onto the moorland there,
With my chin pressed into my chest,
All alone I swear I did my best.

When I woke I could hear your screams,
Were you real or were you just a dream,
Tiny like the petal of a rose,
Too beautiful for this world I suppose,
For an hour I held you to my breast,
All alone I swear I did my best.

Sarah Jane how I loved you then,
You were mine, a child your mother,
Sarah Jane how I love you still,
Know this: there’ll never be another.

Wrapped up with a ribbon from my hair,
I took you down the cliff to Stoop Brow Fair,
In the sunshine of this early morn,
On the day my Sarah Jane was born,
I walked until the sea was to my chest,
Sarah Jane I swear I did my best.

I looked up to the sky and cried,
Help my Lord for my child has died,
Take my life so that she can live,
My prayer was all I ever had to give,