(Song title from Bukka White’s catalogue, by B. White)
I saw a young girl standing on the bridge,
Golden hair,
Rosy lips and frightened eyes,
Water runs from deep inside,
She stares across the Thames as it flows fast and rough,
She’s fixin’ to die; she’s had enough.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 11:33 AM UTC
(Song title from Bukka White’s catalogue, by B. White)
I saw a young girl standing on the bridge,
Golden hair,
Rosy lips and frightened eyes,
Water runs from deep inside,
She stares across the Thames as it flows fast and rough,
She’s fixin’ to die; she’s had enough.
written in 2010
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