Lament for Derwent Village Lyrics
| Song | Lament for Derwent Village |
| Artist | Bella Hardy |
| Album | The Dark Peak and The White |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Seven pink roses | |
| All that I saved | |
| Faded pink roses, crumbling, pressed in the page | |
| Last of the roses | |
| My sweat and my blood | |
| My beautiful garden strangled weeds in the flood | |
| When a heart can be drowned | |
| When strong stones so easily broken | |
| Never more will bird song sound | |
| My fathers stories will no more be spoken | |
| A single memorial | |
| The church spire remained | |
| Cresting the waters surface, at least ‘till today. | |
| But they're coming with dynamite | |
| And she too must go | |
| She’ll lie with the empty graves in that deep black below | |
| When a heart can be drowned | |
| When strong stones so easily broken | |
| Never more will bird song sound | |
| My fathers stories will no more be spoken | |
| Home is the landmarks | |
| Worn rock and marked tree | |
| The land is your family’s story, that valley was me | |
| Seven pink roses | |
| All that I saved | |
| Dark tempest waters washed their strong roots away |
| Seven pink roses | |
| All that I saved | |
| Faded pink roses, crumbling, pressed in the page | |
| Last of the roses | |
| My sweat and my blood | |
| My beautiful garden strangled weeds in the flood | |
| When a heart can be drowned | |
| When strong stones so easily broken | |
| Never more will bird song sound | |
| My fathers stories will no more be spoken | |
| A single memorial | |
| The church spire remained | |
| Cresting the waters surface, at least ' till today. | |
| But they' re coming with dynamite | |
| And she too must go | |
| She' ll lie with the empty graves in that deep black below | |
| When a heart can be drowned | |
| When strong stones so easily broken | |
| Never more will bird song sound | |
| My fathers stories will no more be spoken | |
| Home is the landmarks | |
| Worn rock and marked tree | |
| The land is your family' s story, that valley was me | |
| Seven pink roses | |
| All that I saved | |
| Dark tempest waters washed their strong roots away |
| Seven pink roses | |
| All that I saved | |
| Faded pink roses, crumbling, pressed in the page | |
| Last of the roses | |
| My sweat and my blood | |
| My beautiful garden strangled weeds in the flood | |
| When a heart can be drowned | |
| When strong stones so easily broken | |
| Never more will bird song sound | |
| My fathers stories will no more be spoken | |
| A single memorial | |
| The church spire remained | |
| Cresting the waters surface, at least ' till today. | |
| But they' re coming with dynamite | |
| And she too must go | |
| She' ll lie with the empty graves in that deep black below | |
| When a heart can be drowned | |
| When strong stones so easily broken | |
| Never more will bird song sound | |
| My fathers stories will no more be spoken | |
| Home is the landmarks | |
| Worn rock and marked tree | |
| The land is your family' s story, that valley was me | |
| Seven pink roses | |
| All that I saved | |
| Dark tempest waters washed their strong roots away |
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