Prologue
We bought ourselves a new old house – a little timber cottage
It made us feel most welcome – giving out a sense of a lovely home
Soon it seemed we belonged here – living and making it our own
We glimpsed a hidden story - deep buried in its past
It told us of a little girl who lived here in the early century last
This little girl went off to school one day and never did come back
It seemed to those who looked so hard she’d vanished through a crack
For years and years her family searched for this missing elusive soul
Yet all they found was nothing – she had vanished without a trace
Loss carried down for years and years as generations passed
Her memory slowly dwindled, fading out of view at last
We heard a voice call out one day seeking our help for her return
We joined the search; she pulled us in, new people in her place
Across a century of time and space her presence drew us on
At last we found that vital clue, lost story from her grandmother
And as we walked those hidden steps her family became our own
Now, at last, after all that’s passed, we’ve safely brought her home
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