Pallbearer - St. Christopher Chamber Orchestra, Colours of Bubbles

I never knew her but I’ve heard

The story about a pretty girl

Which no one speaks about

Which no one speaks about in this town

She’s murdered on her wedding night

It’s supposed to be the start of her new life

No one expected that

No one expected that

The night was painted in blood

And so was her white wedding dress

Snowflakes were hiding the tracks

Of a murderer who wasn’t caught

Remembering her blue eyes

The glance was as cold as ice

When found her near the pond

She looked like she’s made of glass

Pallbearer please be still

Just for a short minute

The sky was crying that day

White roses were waving the last goodbye

Grave digger I’m begging you please

Oh can’t you see oh can’t you see

It wasn’t her choice

This wasn’t her choice

This wasn’t her choice

I never knew her but I’ve heard

The story about a pretty girl

Which no one speaks about

Which no one speaks about in this town

She’s murdered on her wedding night

It’s supposed to be the start of her new life

No one expected that

No one expected that

Pallbearer please be still

Just for a short minute

The sky was crying that day

White roses were waving the last goodbye

Grave digger I’m begging you please

Oh can’t you see oh can’t you see

It wasn’t her choice

This wasn’t her choice

This wasn’t her choice

Cemetery of broken hopes

Is now her shelter

Is now her home

There are wildest roses

There are oldest oaks

Are swinging with the

With the wind along