Sarah 77 - The Ballad of Elizabeth Rose Lyrics

Elizabeth Rose on Christmas morn
The sound of German bombs - the air-raid horn
Her mother longs for yester-years
As she sits all alone, with her fears
A pale, ten-year old girl standing by the fire
From outside in the falling snow, she hears a choir
But 'peace on earth' seems like a distant memory
Christmas Day, 1940

Elizabeth Rose on Christmas Day
Looking on as her family play
Slade and Wizzard on the radio
Unwrapping presents as they go
A pale, ten-year old girl standing by the tree
Her mother's pulling crackers with a glass of G&T
And a cousin rides his brand new BMX out in the street
Christmas Day, 1973

Elizabeth Rose on Christmas Eve
A time for reflection, a time to grieve
18th December her mother passed away
And they will bury her at 2pm today
A pale, ten-year old girl standing by the car
A funeral procession, a Christmas star
Reminiscing relatives, mistletoe and wine
Christmas Eve, 1989

Elizabeth Rose, forever young, will never age
But as the years roll into decades and generations fade
The memories of her family become a muddled haze
In the home where, sixty years ago, she lived her fleeting days
Who is this couple sitting in her parents' chairs?
Celebrating Christmas in a house that isn't theirs
The pale, ten-year old girl looks sadly from the door
She'll haunt their Christmas days forevermore
She'll haunt their Christmas days forevermore