Of all the people in this town
Miss Lucy always comes around
She always wears a wedding gown
And never makes a single sound
Slowly falling, falling deep
I heard her whisper in her sleep
No one else has heard a peep
Except a whimper when she weeps

Without a wing she touches down
On every stone on every crown
She wears a ring bearing the name
Of every sadness she has followed down

There’s no way in and no way out
From a dream Miss Lucy shouts
I wonder what she dreams about
There’s no way in and no way out

Of all the people in this place
Miss Lucy has the kindest face
Surrounded by her wedding lace
She stands alone in saving grace