There once was a town lost to time and frought
with an echo of tragedy long since forgot.
There once was a man and with him a girl
their faces lost to time’s hazy swirl.
He worked in the mines, she tended the flock
until the day she tripped on that rock.
With barely a splash all hope was dashed
her short life before her eyes flashed,
simple and sweet the same as she,
The man could not prevent this tragedy
The man returned to an empty home
wrapped in grief, cut to the bone
She appears in his dreams with silent pleas
her bright blue dress a funerary frieze
He could not save her for he could not swim
Now Immortalized by a song writers whim.