She came down from the highest hills,
To spread her hope, sweet  Alice Fay,
Turn lonely night to loveliest day,
She came, thank God, our Alice Fay.

Said part of nature, so wild and free,
With darkest eyes, just she could see,
A hope and joy she spread like fire,
We held her heart with our deepest desire.

Once she in village small and steep,
Her family toiled the land to weep,
Each day brought hope, she sang a song,
She lived her life the whole day long.

Skin so lovely, and laughter so free,
A magical spirit on bended knee,
She gave to God what God decreed,
No haughty pleasure would she need.

Once down, the world surrounded on,
She lived each day, beginning the dawn,
To spread her love, second nature it seemed,
She loved and laughed and dared to dream.

Then came a time, as times so often do,
She met a man, so young, so brave and true,
And married did they as young folks will,
A hummingbird was on the window sill.

Came the children in droves, no harm,
They needed the people to work the farm,
She rose each morning and put on kettle,
The country folks, so endowed with mettle.

We do believe she raised her children to believe,
To get you have to give and not always receive,
Taught them right and wrong and the other ways,
To truthfully live in peace for all your days.

The children matured, had families of their own,
Worked hard their farms, their fingers to the bone,
Her husband passed on a cold, rainy hard day,
She had him buried, and that was her way.

But time wears on a most hurried heart,
Takes us to death from an early start,
Then one day a reaper comes hauntingly along,
To silence the bonny lasses song.