Andwella - Andwellas Dream

The man from the dam said it was a shame about her

She never planned on staying here for long

He looked rather pale as he mentioned the name Andwella

She came with the gong that sat on top of her basket

there was none pleasant to my eyes as she

She came like a breeze in the middle of the day, then gone

She brought us the air that looked about it

Serving her until the day you die

With her crimson cape she rolled across the valley???

time last spring

Now she stand with the naked man in the center of the town

Some people turned away if you mention the name Andwella

Well her voice still lingers round the ground she came from

and her picture haunts the wall at where she lived

With her face on fire a pale mist spoke of freedom