Lucy Gray (Part 2)

[Verse 1]
The storm came on before its time
She wandered up and down
And many a-hill did Lucy climb
But never reached the town

[Verse 2]
The wretched parents all that night
Went shouting far and wide
But there was neither sound nor sight
To serve them as a guide

[Verse 3]
At daybreak, on a hill, they stood
That overlooked the scene
And thence, they saw the bridge of wood
That spanned a deep ravine

[Verse 4]
They wеpt and, turning homeward, cried
"In Heavеn, we all shall meet"
When, in the snow, the mother spied
The print of Lucy's feet

[Verse 5]
Then, downwards, from the steep hill's edge
They tracked the footmarks small
And through the broken hawthorn hedge
And by the long stonewall

[Verse 6]
And then, an open field, they crossed
The marks were still the same
They tracked them on, not ever lost
And to the bridge, they came

[Verse 7]
They followed from the snowy bank
Those footmarks, one by one
Into the middle of the plank
And further, there were none

[Verse 8]
Yet some maintain that, to this day
She is a living child
That you may see sweet Lucy Gray
Upon the lonesome wild

[Verse 9]
O'er rough and smooth, she trips along
And never looks behind
And sings a solitary song
That whistles in the wind