They tried to stop her that cruel day;
When howling winds were on their way.
As storms and gales of the fierce kind;
Would sap the body, soul and mind.

Her hair was gold her face was fair;
A vision for all that glanced her there.
As winds picked up and blew a gale;
She lost her footing on cliff edge trail.

A picture’s all that’s left to see;
Of one who was to marry me.
Such memories still make me sad;
So grateful of the time we had.