And She Is Left To Face The End Alone

She's lost the dearest love she has ever known And now she has to face the end alone Her only daughter's ashes gone to sea But of others she doesn't need their sympathy. A bright and lucid woman for her years For her dead daughter she has shed many tears She wept when there was no one there to see And now of hurtful sorrow she feels free. She feel glad that she has lived to see another Spring To hear again the white backed magpie sing And see the yellow flowers on wattle tree And hear the grey thrush pipe his melody. Her daughter's ashes borne miles away By the sea currents from Port Phillip bay And Thelma like old soldier soldier on And all her childhood friends long dead and gone. A braver or wiser woman I've not known And she is left to face the end alone Her only daughter's ashes gone to sea But of others she doesn't seek their sympathy.