Songs are like eggs. If I could only lay 6 each day, I truly would.
I imagine Lily as a poor girl from Victorian times; she dies young, her mother is tormented beyond reason. Does the girl haunt the mother, to let her know she's OK? Or does the mother haunt the girl, to let her know how loved she was? Perhaps love is strong enough for both.
"Where the wind sways the grass
And the jackdaw comes to laugh
I will lay me down
and it won't get dark."
(c) Becky Mills 2020