Free

She's in the ground now buried deep

Where only those long gone do sleep.

No more for her my heart's pity seek,

No more for her my eyes do weep.

For now she's free.

Free to dream of the open road

travelling where only God knows. 
Free to fly like a captured dove

released into the clear blue sky.

For her no more flowers need she sell

But I'm certain St. Peter fortune

She'll try to tell

For now she's free

Free from sorrow, work and pain.

Once again she's pure and clean,

Once again she's free to dream.

Free to dream of campfires bright

Where lost loved ones deem to meet

to listen as music plays and the

tales of old are customarily told

till the fire gives up its light

to the dark starry night

She's free now.

Free to dream of

painted wagons parked close by

under which the old dogs lie

Watching as coloured horses gently doze

bellies full of rich fresh grass.

All waiting for the night to pass

For now she's free.

What more for her could I wish

It doesn't get much better

much better than this

She's happy now she has returned

To the life she was born to live