Come as we go far away   From the noise of the street   Walk a path so narrow   To a place where we feel at ease      Some think it is haunting   To be drawn to the   Cemetery ground, as we   There's a stillness here   Thankful found      Child's pose angelic   A stone lamb at her feet   Part the matted overgrowth   To read the craven elegy      Some think it is haunting   To be drawn to the   Cemetery ground, as we   There's a stillness here   Thankful found      Born in New Albion   Of Rice family elite   Wed to Myron Bilowe   Thrice with sons   Blessed was she      Some think it so haunting   To be drawn to the   Cemetery ground, as we   God's acre is a fenced in   Hollow ground      Here soon to rise up   Amelia, tender and sweet   Her last words spoke   All is well, all is peace      Some think it so haunting   To be drawn to the   Cemetery ground, as we   God's acre is a fenced in   Hollow ground