A tree has grown on the spot

Where her body did rest

Blood seeped in the soil

From the knife in her chest

The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail

I wonder how the bugs remember gail

What a lovely young girl

Everybody would say

You can still hear her laugh

In the shadows on a cold winter's day

A dog dug up a bone and wagged it's tail

I wonder how that I'll remember gail

The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail

I wonder how the bugs remember gail.