7 pointed star above her like a halo Lost beneath the southern cross Robin at the window Of Gwendolyn You were lost like the century That came before me Only she could nod and remember those days Your Gwendolyn
A knife skiing twine Unbird this life She had to go and she floats above us Even now Not a ghost but a soul I am come across the sea To ease your mind I am come to be with thee And Gwendolyn