I found a grave stone along my way.
The stone was old but I could see.
The name "Anna"....1863
Why is this grave here all alone?
Who is buried beneath this stone?
Was she short? Or was she tall?
Was she large? Or was she small?
What was the color of Anna's hair?
Was it dark? Or was it fair?
Was she young? Or was she old?
I wonder if her life's story was told.
Was she a mother? Or a maiden fair?
Does she have anyone left that cares?
Does anyone know where Anna lyes?
Does anyone visit with saddened eyes?
Nothing now is really known.
About this soul beneath the stone.
So I picked a flower on that nice spring day.
Laid it on her grave and walked away.
