She crosses the churchyard....drawn to the willows Follows the warm rain....into the black glow Walks in the forest....drops little bracelet Can this be magic....what is her secret?
So young so sad Emily Payne, it was the last of your days All things she had Emily Payne, you ran into the maze So sweet and frail This lovely girl, it was the last of her days So grim, the tale Emily Payne and the black maze
She went through the village, gold in her long hair Over the green grass, no one can see her Blue gown and strawhat, armful of tulips Vanished in thin air, with a smile on her sweet lips
So young so sad...
She fled the world Father, friends, the light of the day Nothing she said and went into the maze A young happy girl, the apple in her mothers eye She saw the door Disappeared without trace
