There was a widow woman,

Who lived upon a hill,

Her husband has long since left her,

But she’s living there still.

 

She has no one to help her,

Draw water or split wood,

She’d surely like to take a break,

And she would if she could.

 

But the world marches on,

And it hurries past her door,

She focuses on the day to day,

With few thoughts of much more.

 

Holding all together,

That she and he had made,

How she’d like to appreciate it,

While seated in the shade,

 

But there’s no time for sitting,

There’s so many hours to fill,

When life is lived all alone,

Like the widow on the hill.