HATFIELD
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My idol wears a dress
Made specifically for her
The copy of a royal gown
Three times as big
She is playing at being a queen
Playing at being a king
In an itchy orange wig
My sister steals the scene
In a house fit for a monarch
There the daughter of a throne
Acts out a childhood in confusion
When at less than three years old
Your mother's head rolls
By your father's hand
How can we understand
At first a princess
Then a lady, then a queen
Sweet sister Temperance
Who are we that hide between
Oh how strange are siblings known
And grown and gone
But still I hear those laughing halls
Of Hatfield
As though through mist I cannot see clearly
And grief clouds heavy over blue remembered hills
But that most ice cold winter could not steal away
The smiling ginger streak that plays
The colour of a memory
And for the girls we left behind
I'm sorry sisters
I couldn't comprehend till now
Oh how strange are siblings known
And grown and gone
But still I hear those laughing halls
Of Hatfield
Oh how strange are siblings known
And grown and gone
But still I hear those laughing halls
Of Hatfield
Oh how strange are siblings known
And grown and gone
But still I hear those laughing halls
Of Hatfield
Oh how strange are siblings known
And grown and gone
But still I hear those laughing halls
Of Hatfield