There’s a little corner in the room
Where she hides away
Alone and silent in the gloom
She'll be there today
There’s creaking on the floor
Shadows by the door
Drafts no-one explains
Rattling of the window panes
Sighing, sometimes crying
She’s so sick of trying
To communicate her life
Of maiden, mother, wife
The time is coming soon
Another month, another moon
An anniversary in June
Then she’ll know it’s time to go
There’s a little corner in the room
Dark and silent in the gloom
The midnight hour is past
She’s free to leave at last
She’s gone to find her way
My ghost of yesterday