Reunited At Last

Dorothy Edwards was always a good girl
She always did as she was told
She never would argue or scold
Was always polite and controlled
She worked at the granary down by the nunnery
Grinding the grain into flour
Never a moan or a frown
'till the soldiers they came into town

Now everyday she tends the grave of Private Ellis Brent
Remembering the fleeting time they spent
Beneath the boughs
And she plucks the weeds and sews the seeds of a lifetime wearing black
And she can't believe he's never coming back
Not even now
She can't believe he's never coming back

They met in December, they married in March
And by April he'd gone off to war
She cried 'till her eyes were sore
Her smile wasn’t seen anymore
And the letters he wrote always spoke of his love
And his longing to be back at home
But she never would see him again
Not since the telegraph came

Now everyday she tends the grave of Private Ellis Brent
Remembering the fleeting time they spent
Beneath the boughs
And she plucks the weeds and sews the seeds of a lifetime wearing black
And she can't believe, he's never coming back
Not even now
She can't believe, he's never coming back

On the day that he died he appeared back at home with a fright in his eye
Told his Dotty "it's time to get on with your life" and then said "goodbye"

But she waited and waited for 52 years
As she tended his grave every day
This small patch of ground was her all
Shed buried her heart and her soul
And finally Dorothy died and the stonemason cut a new line underneath
It said "passer-by do not weep, we are reunited in our sleep"

Now nobody will tend the grave of Private Ellis Brent
And Dorothy is with him once again, among the stars
And the weeds have grown and the seeds she's sewed have swallowed up the ground
But Dorothy will never weep again
No, Dorothy will never weep again