How I Wish That I Could Know

See my gentle lady wander, through the grounds of Armathwaite See her bow her head in sorrow as she walks into the night how i wish that i could know what her past held years ago was she torn from her sweet slumber by the night birds ghostly call was she then aware i followed down the stairs across the hall? how i wish that i could know what did happen years ago now shes seen me and she lingers wondering weather to approach whilst her nervous trembling fingers fumble with her moonstone brooch how i wish that i could know what her past held years ago