Elizabeth Stride 1843-1888

Lyrics for Elizabeth Stride 1843-1888

Elizabeth Stride, born with clear blue eyes open wide Plays in fields of flowers red and white Games of seek and hide Papa never lets her from his sight The cows and horses breed Father plants the seed and visits late at night She dreams of living in a world apart Old enough to bleed Human need, must find a human heart Servant girl in town, belly swelling round She sings a lullaby: Never will you know what you are worth Stillborn child delivered from the crime of birth East End lights, dosshouse hopes and Queen's Head nights soaked in gin A broken piece of comb to please the gentlemen A scrap of velvet rag, a metal spoon The bounty of "sin" Footsteps in the dark A stalker or a mark follows her path Wheezing in the soot-blackened air Shrouded in the fog, he's standing there She can feel him stare Someone's there She can feel him stare He's standing there She can feel him stare Long Liz Stride, skirts spread against a scarlet cloud Eyes open wide, her blood feeds the stones of Dutfield's yard