Banks Of The Acheron
[E.Maguire]

On the banks of Acheron you’ll see
Where the willow trees hang low
There’s a child who looks a lot like me
On the banks of the Acheron

She has pale white skin and thick brown hair
And as green as grass her eyes
And her legs run fast as any deer
On the banks of the Acheron

She’ll be running free
She’ll be running free
On the banks of the Acheron
She’ll be running free
She’ll be running free
On the banks of the Acheron

And I wish I could have held her hand
And have called her by her name
But I lost her life and now I stand
On the banks of the Acheron

She’ll be running free
She’ll be running free
On the banks of the Acheron
She’ll be running free
She’ll be running free
On the banks of the Acheron

And I will dry my tears and carry on
But a hole is left inside
Where a heart once beat, but now it’s gone
To the banks of the Acheron

She’ll be running free
She’ll be running free
On the banks of the Acheron
She’ll be running free
She’ll be running free
On the banks of the Acheron

But my child is not the only one
To have died before it’s born
About a hundred million women weep
On the banks of the Acheron