Emily
The church bells ring out morning gloryWhen summer bends to the winter's rageEmily walks through the cemeteryPassed a dog in an unmarked graveThe old girl hobbles, nylons saggingTalks to her sisters in the groundI saw a lie in the mirror this morningI heard a prophecy all around
And Emily they come and goThe shadows and the distant soundsBut Emily don't be afraidWhen the weight of angels weighs you down
Emily prays to a faded heroIn a little frame clutched to her gownHears the voice of promise in his memoryTonight's the night they let the ladder downIn a cage sits a gold canaryBy a wicker chair and a rosewood loomAs a soul ascends aboard the eveningCanary sings to an empty room
And Emily they come and goThe shadows and the distant soundsBut Emily don't be afraidWhen the weight of angels weighs you down