| 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 |