She made it from twigs and scraps from her workshop Its arms were two forks and the eyes were pins. They said she'd lost her mind, buried six feet underground with her baby so dear. Come away now, please don't stay oh, Eloisa Brown. Each day she would sit by his grave and remember. She'd hold the doll close and her tears soaked in. Deep in that dark twiggy heart something quickened and grew, and its pin eyes did shine. Come away now, please don't stay oh, Eloisa Brown Every night, while she slept, the doll lay beside her. Each day it took more of her pain, nourished by memory. Thoughts now aligned in its cotton-stuffed mind And its cheesecloth chest started to rise. Come away now, please don't stay oh, Eloisa Brown. The night it first called to her, soft but insistent. She thought that she dreamed of a time long past. "Mama," it cried in a voice that had died And her blood turned to ice in her veins. Come away now, please don't stay oh, Eloisa Brown.