Nigel Rolfe/Christy Moore
Everybody knew, nobody said.
A week ago last Tuesday.
She was just fifteen years.
When she reached her full term.
She went to a grotto.
Just a field,
In The Middle of The Island.
To deliver herself.
Her Baby died,
She died
A week ago last Tuesday.
It was a sad, slow, stupid death for them both.
Everybody knew, nobody said.
At a Grotto
In a Field
In The Middle Of The Island
Anne Lovett – may that child rest in peace, is an icon whose passing we should remember.
Her death showed up a terrible but accurate picture of the society that we lived in, in which so many still wallow.
I believe Nigel Rolfe’s lyric to be a monument to the passing of her innocent life. There was a collective shame across the Island. However, its shadow did not reach into the darkest corners where the righteous dwell.
Does anyone have a photo of Anne Lovett? My son wishes to create a shrine to her memory.
Sung accapella to a drone.