But Now She's Gone

The Scottish piper played his best,
When in the ground they laid to rest,
A lovely one considered blessed,
But now she's gone.

The Scottish mourners stood their ground,
And listened to the piper sound,
And thought it rather quite profound,
That she was gone.

It wasn't meant to be this way,
They hoped that she would always stay,
But then she died and went away,
And now she's gone.

The Scottish piper, mourners too,
They didn't know what they should do,
And so they played and mourned anew,
For she was gone.

And who is she, I hear you say,
The one who left and would not stay,
The one who died and went away,
The one who's gone?

Is she a thing of distant past,
A legend that they thought would last,
A story to be told when asked,
A past that's gone?

A future that will not be told,
Forgotten stories lost and old,
It leaves us feeling small and cold,
For she is gone.

The Scottish piper played his best,
When in the ground they laid to rest,
A lovely one considered blessed,
But now she's gone.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul