Once upon twilight dreary, sat a child all sad and teary./ On the sandy shore, father dead in war/
Alone did sit the child there/
His dreams from hand that implore/
Dream that away was tore/
Sat the child Lalor//
How sat the child ten feet under on that bleak November/
For kindness kindle not a care in store/The child that knew no morrow, could only lose to his own sorrow/
He watched the others play, an orphan evermore/
Not a soul to look his way, with out an open door/ Sat the child Lalor//
The boy sat eternally uncertain, he sat there closed as a theater curtain/ Sat there evermore;
No thought shall cross this childs mind, for behind it which he hides/
Slowly sinking into the oceans floor,
Hoping hoping Forevermore/
Sat the child Lalor //
He pulled himself up stronger, stood his ground longer /

With great strides he left behind the shore;/
No he didnt travel all much more
For he found an open door,/
And a lost pup, he found his place to snore; /
Stood the boy Lalor. /



Now the boy is grown, with a life of his own/
He married and had a child, Calor/
With a business, that continues to flourish /A house a upon the hill is sat, with a bright red door/
Generation pass though that bright red door/
Forever sleeps the man Lalor. /