As I sit alone, on my throne I think of Mrs Brown secluded in the dark subterrane She has given birth to many and continues to do so for ever after until the death of her master But the time has come the pressure too strong the need undeniable There's no reluctance in letting go She needs to leave her dark dwelling She sees the light if only momentarily Fly free Mrs Brown your heritage will smoulder Falling through the air with only a splash to care The sinking of Mrs Brown but released to a new life
