Nelly Fay

You may feel it as your duty to go to church on sunday And to the God your church embrace you well may kneel and pray And you may feel that God is near you don't tell that to Nelly Fay For she will only tell you God from her lives far away. And she will ask you where was God on the day my Annie died? Her little angel found in the scrub twenty yards off the roadside Preyed on by a human predator on her way home from school If there's a God at all she says then God has to be cruel. For to allow such a thing to happen to an innocent ten year old Your God you says who loves us all in some ways must be cold My only child taken from me her remains left by roadside I had great hopes and dreams for her but my hopes and dreams destroyed. Those who don't know of her sorrows and all she has been through Say she seems surly and withdrawn not one to impress you But had they known of her heartbreak brought about by tragedy They would see a different Nelly and they would judge her differently. Till her blue eyed golden haired daughter fell victim of foul play She was a devout church goer grief torn Nelly Fay But she no longer go to church on sunday for to pray And she says if there's a God at all that from her he's far away.