Dorothy Of The Island
Dorothy of the island
Dove down, dove down deep
Silenced all the
And now she sleeps
Her two sons left behind above
Living in a cabin with their dad
Who loves them
Motherless children have a hard time
When their mother's dead
Motherless children have a hard time
When their mother's dead
Dorothy of the island
Fell into a well inside her head
Maybe it was something in her blood
That poisoned her instead
The truth is she could not
Be saved
The hermits in the city
Mark a grave
Motherless children have a hard time
When their mother's dead
Motherless children have a hard time
When their mother's dead
I've known the cold, the loneliness, the walking snowy lips of blue
Surely nothing like the chill that Dorothy of the island knew
So let us pull the curtains wide, and watch the pouring of the morning light
So let us pull the curtains wide, and watch the pouring of the morning light
Motherless children have a hard time
When their mother's dead
Motherless children have a hard time
When their mother's dead