Hanna, My Ophelia

All our lives

We've been here

Close to the center

Of the largest grinding gear

Things we knew

We knew cause we stayed near

You were my love

For all of my best years

Rifles crack, their lonesome sound

For 20 miles outside of town

Tears fall on my muddy feet

I quiver as the pulleys squeak

As they lower you so slowly in the ground

Your niece she sang

An angel's song

Hanna, love I hold

It won't be long

Hanna, I hope it won't be long...