Music / Lyrics: Louisa John-Krol
When a golden girl can win
prayer from out the lips of sin
When the barren bough bears
and a little child gives away its tears
Then shall all the house be still
and peace come to Canterville.
A golden girl can win
from the lips of sin
Come to Canterville!
And the ghost spoke again
And his voice was the wind
When a golden girl can win
prayer from out the lips of sin
When the barren bough bears
and a little child gives away its tears
Then shall all the house be still
and peace come to Canterville.
A golden girl can win
from the lips of sin
Come to Canterville!
And the ghost spoke again
And his voice was the wind