Lucy

Once upon a western island

a keeper and his wife

kept ships from crashing on the rocks

kept secrets from the light

a veteran of the first worlds war

no tenderfoot to dying

he kept the oil burning bright

but he couldn't keep her from crying

a third child lost to blood and tears

alone and miles from shore

so when the cry came from the beach

they're weakened hearts were torn

little Lucy was oh so loved oh so loved

a mothers loss was a mother made

and sometimes right and wrong look the same

A babe wrapped in her mother's clothing

her father cold in the skiff

a tale of death and loss and fate

to the child they did give

So on the island Lucy flourished

his darling wife reborn

tom was grave to tell the truth

to the lighthouse he had sworn

little Lucy was oh so loved oh so loved

a mothers loss was a mother made

and sometimes right and wrong look the same 

two years allowed a trip to town

they brought the girl to baptize

it shot the story they'd told themselves

their Lucy's mum was alive

we've torn a mother from her child he cried

we're all she's known and loved she screamed

don't do this to her tom or to me

I beg you let it be

the bond of the 3 on that island alone

no blood could erase

the child battled, the mothers unraveled

and tom he sought out the blame

but truth be told Lucy would have died

if not for the two on the beach

so her mother allowed her, now grown with a baby of her own

to visit her longed for memory

Isabel had passed but Tom held the babe

and thought of the three at the light

and the laughs and the swims and the love that they shared

and the pain of turning wrong into right

little Lucy was oh so loved oh so loved

a mothers loss was a mother made

and sometimes right and wrong look the same