The Ivy Gate

Upon nights this cold So the story goes Some folk say they see the ghost Of Thomas Fisher wait Outside the Ivy Gate It was so long ago The Fishers planned their home Until one fateful day The army letter came It changed everything It came and summoned Tom away To fight for King and Country Although those months ahead Were tough for her each day Their child was on the way She soldiered on But come the happy day Both were lost they say Then buried in the grave The Fisher family plot Close to the Ivy Gate In deep sorrow he lamented to the Lord Vowed he could live no more Grieving for his wife and their child stillborn He did take his life Some still say they see him Out of the corner of their eye In the slate grey rain Outside the Ivy Gate