In the quiet morningThere was much despairAnd in the hours that followed No one could repairThat poor girl Tossed by the tides of misfortuneBarely here to tell her tale Rolled in on a sea of disaster Rolled out on a mainline rail She once walked tight at my side I’m sure she walked by you Her striding steps could not deny Torment from a child who knew That in the quiet morningThere would be despair And in the hours that followedNo one could repair That poor girl She cried out her song so loudIt was heard the whole world roundA symphony of violence
The great southwest unbound