SARAH PAYNE

Sleep sweetly now, lost daughter dear,
And oh so deeply, little girl;
A precious Angel, fallen dove;
Blonde little sister, little love.

Rest softly now, poor little mite;
Long days like burdens weigh on us;
Lost years steal memories with their flight,
No dawn will follow this Goodnight.

"Sarah, Sarah," sighs the wind
With tones of anguished crying pain;
Our frozen hearts, like standing stones
Wait till you walk this way again.

As colours drain out of the world,
For us grey Time's too slow to pass;
And solace cannot come with spring,
Nor any green be in the grass.

We'll watch the bleak uncaring stars
And sigh our tears across the sky ......
"Goodnight, Goodnight, our precious child -
It cannot ever be Goodbye".