When Night Comes To Balmoral   The widow’s walk is closed off now Broken rails are all that’s left there in plain sight Eerie reminder of that fateful time The Captain’s widow died that fateful night   He’d gone for many months far from his New Brunswick port She climbed the stairs in the dark of night A prayer on her lip and her lantern held before her As she just hoped he might see her one small light   She held the light high aloft  in the storm Only lightening greeted her from the sky in scorn There…what was that she thought she saw Was it the white of sail and perhaps his safe return   No one that night knew or heard the railing let go No one but the wind and her dear God above She died on the rocks below as the lonely clock struck twelve Her last fleeting thoughts of her Captain’s one true love   Now Balmoral is a lovely country inn craved for its scenic cliff top view By daytime quite serene but at night sometimes when a sea squall rends the air With the thunder crash and lighting flash and rain pounding down like lead They say you can hear her footsteps on the stairs as you lie there in your bed!

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