• On a stormy night by the fireplace,
    sat an old woman on a rocking chair.
    While the house was shuddering
    from the wrath of the gods,
    her eyes bore a lonely fixated stare.

    Her mind wandered back to such a storm,
    to a time when she was young and fiesty.
    A memory of a time one considers bright,
    of a friend who they called Billy.

    It was a joyous time,
    Billy was in love and it shone on his face.
    With a spring in his step, excitement in the air
    they were the talk of the town.
    Billy and his maiden, all grace and fanfare.

    News of the couple reached the duke of the land.
    He'd had his eye on the maiden too,
    and his prize had clasped someone else's hand?

    Now the Duke he wouldn't stand,
    being played for a fool.
    Using his influence,
    he sought their banishment from the crown.

    The news next day was sad and forlorn
    for witchery and treason, Billy's lover had been found.
    They raced to her hut with fires and knives,
    poor Barney he was too late,
    for his lover had been burned at the stake.
    Counting on his friends, he barely escaped.

    The old lady on the rocking chair could now hear the sound
    of a horse-drawn carriage pulling in front of the house.
    Even through the storm a voice rang clear
    "Alright then good sir Billy, have a good night dear!"

    As the carriage dissapeared into the storm,
    the old man Billy opened the door to his home.
    He hung his coat and his hat on a hook,
    while the empty rocking chair with the wind shook.