Sweet Eleanor. (Words D. Gilfillan.. Music. Doyle & Swan)
She was just four years old when she was passed from the train
By a kind and pretty girl she never knew her name
And they walked hand in hand on that bright summers day
To a camp just by Belsen where they were told they’d have to stay
Her Mother wasn’t well she was kept to he rear
Where she cradled Eleanor all huddled in fear
And Eleanor would dream in the dark lonely nights
Of her soft gentle kiss that put her world to rights
Chorus
Oh Sweet Eleanor may you rest in peace
May the lords arms enfold you in your eternal sleep
May your life be remembered for the pain that you bore
May the shame of your death be recalled for evermore
It didn’t last to long for sweet Eleanor
For the pain and the suffering she had little strength for
On o cold April night back in nineteen forty four
She closed her eyes said goodbye to the world, Sweet Eleanor
There’s no fancy gravestone to tell where she lay
There’s no record no photograph to mark her short stay
For she’s one of many more who lie dead among the trees
But for now and evermore sweet Eleanor will be free
May your life be remembered for the pain that you bore
May the shame of your death be recalled for evermore.