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