The man from the dam said it was a shame about her She never planned on staying here for long He looked rather pale as he mentioned the name Andwella She came with the gong that sat on top of her basket there was none pleasant to my eyes as she She came like a breeze in the middle of the day, then gone She brought us the air that looked about it Serving her until the day you die With her crimson cape she rolled across the valley
??????? time last spring Now she stand with the naked man in the center of the town Some people turned away if you mention the name Andwella Well her voice still lingers round the ground she came from and her picture haunts the wall at where she lived With her face on fire a pale mist spoke of freedom