Walking 'round an old cemetery On a cold autumn day Words carved in stone on a forgotten grave Charlotte, she died on her birthday A beloved wife and loving mother Died, way too young At 23, her days were done Scotland was where she came from Long ago, when days have passed When Charlotte was just a young lass She'd run through fields of tall green grass A free spirit with wild, red hair Now, on a boat, she spends her nights Dreaming of a brand new life A letter from her true love came His poetry swept her heart away She left a husband and two children With sweet memories April 9th, 1863 "Departed from Earth, rest in peace" Her family came to pay their respects They'd stand right here Bringing flowers and prayers and tears But nobody stood her for years Long ago, when days have passed When Charlotte was just a young lass She'd run through fields of tall green grass A free spirit with wild, red hair Now, on a boat, she spends her nights Dreaming of a brand new life A letter from her true love came His poetry swept her heart away Walking 'round an old cemetery On a cold autumn day Words carved in stone on a forgotten grave Charlotte, she died on her birthday