[00:17.490]Once upon a time,[00:22.500]in a faraway place[00:26.000]There’s a tiny town[00:29.000]that no one thought to name[00:33.600]On the outskirts of the town,[00:36.960]tucked beneath the willow trees[00:41.320]Silent as death,[00:44.800] was a small cemetary[00:51.000]The undertaker's daughter was a maiden most fair[00:58.000]With her sweet rosy pink cheeks and long flaxen hair[01:06.220]Day after day, she learned her father's trade[01:14.590]Day after day, she wandered to the graves[02:01.900]Alone in the corner,[02:05.000]where the light did not shine[02:08.910]was an angel made of stone[02:13.100]who looked up to the sky[02:17.990]Her hands folded in a prayer[02:21.000]Her feet covered in grime[02:25.000] And laying upon them[02:28.200]was a plaque as old as time[02:34.490]The undertaker's daughter had wandered there,[02:43.000]with her sweet rosy pink cheeks and long flaxen hair[02:50.000]She looked to the plaque, and she thought it was odd[02:58.000]She looked to the plaque, the grave's name was gone.[03:49.700]Everyday from then on,[03:57.220]The daughter went there,[04:04.490]to the grave with the angel,[04:12.000]with the plaque that was bare[04:20.100]Sitting there all alone,[04:24.490]the daughter thought that it was sad[04:28.490]No one ever brought flowers[04:31.890]there were no gifts to be had[05:06.000]One day the daughter[05:10.490]Went to the seaside[05:14.490]She played in the sand[05:17.000]With the sun shining bright[05:38.190]While hunting around[05:41.490]The daughter had found[05:45.490]A seashell so beautiful[05:50.000]pearly and round[06:09.090]The undertaker's daughter had searched through there,[06:17.990]with her rosy pink cheeks and her long flaxen hair[06:25.090]She wanted more, of those lovely seashells[06:32.490]She wanted more, and she had a plan, as well...[06:45.490]The undertaker's daughter was maiden most fair,[06:54.090]with her sweet rosy pink cheeks and her long flaxen hair[07:01.490]A gift for the grave, with no name in sight[07:09.490]A gift for the grave, these lovely seashells so bright...[07:59.890]The undertaker's daughter had left them there,[08:09.490]back when she had rosy cheeks and flaxen hair[08:21.090]Now she was gone, but though t'was so long ago[08:30.890]the seashells still shined,[08:36.490]the grave was not alone...[08:40.500]the grave was not alone...[08:45.990]the grave was not alone...