LAST OF THE WIDOWS

LAST OF THE WIDOWS
(J.Lowe / Lowe Life Music)

The last of the widows of the Duck Bill seam
Is lying tonight with her young man again
They’re clinging fast together soothing sighs and pain
And coaxing back the love their loss survived

The last of the widows of the Duck Bills flare
Is brushing back dust from his strong brown hair
And he’s stretched on her bosom with his love laid fair
And making up for time fate stole away

Parting words were never spoken last kisses never broken
She never even watched him walk away
Now the last of the widows of the Duck Bill’s seam
Reached out and took his hand again today

The last of the widows of the Duck Bill’s fire
Stood bleak and bewildered as the count climbed higher
Then she wept for the world across a newsroom wire
When she heard his name called out across the crowd

But when the world had turned to leave eighty women turned to grieve
And cursed their compensation through their tears
Now the last of the widows of the Duck Bills seam
Can close her eyes and wipe away the years

The last of the widows of the Duck Bill’s flame
Is free of the lonely nights of bitterness and blame
And there’s some who’ll remember as they speak her name
The reason why she lived so long alone

And in the fields above the dangers of Gresford, Trimdon Grange
Haswell, Hartley Beam and Markham Main
The last of the widows of the Duck Bill’s seam
Is walking with her miner lad again

From the album – Bede Weeps