There she sits on the bench so fair with
her long and lengthy hair
There she sits and waits for me
Yes there she is my Bethany
That time seems so long ago
Just before the fallen snow
Before death’s icy hand stole you from me
and the land to never hear your voice just so
This is a hell only I can know
For you were a true love to me, yes you
were my Bethany
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