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The ghost of Dana Bradley
Is standing sadly on the road to home,
You can see her as you hurry by,
Pale against the evening sky;
She stands alone,
Thumb out to hitch a ride,
Swallowing her young girl's pride like a bitter wine,
Counting on a kind heart.
There's a gamble at the start in these times.
I read her name in the Daily News,
Heard it on the radio, it was on TV;
Someone stole her life away,
Someone still at large they say.
Who can he be?
How does he sleep at all,
Face to the guilty wall, remembering?
Does her sweet face haunt his dreams,
Or does he even feel a single thing?
Is there not a Christ on high?
Is that just another lie we've fallen for?
And is justice not a dull edged knife?
Is there but hard life and nothing more?
Hard life and nothing more.
The ghost of Dana Bradley
Is waiting patiently for someone,
You can see her as you hurry by,
Pale against the evening sky;
She waits alone,
Thumb out to hitch a ride,
Swallowing her young girl's pride like bitter wine,
Counting on a kind heart.
There's a gamble at the start in these times.
Is there not a Christ on high?
Is that just another lie we've fallen for?
And is justice not a dull edged knife?
Is there but hard life and nothing more?
Hard life and nothing more.
The ghost of Dana Bradley
Is standing sadly on the road to home,
You can see her as you hurry by,
Pale against the evening sky;
She stands alone,
Thumb out to hitch a ride,
Swallowing her young girl's pride like a bitter wine,
Counting on a kind heart.
There's a gamble at the start in these times.
Depending on the kindest heart,
Could be a gamble at the start in these times.
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Note¹: The mention of Dana Bradley's name in Newfoundland brings painful memories to the surface. Although the fourteen-year-old was murdered two weeks before Christmas, 1981, her killer has not been caught and people still haven't forgotten.
Note²: Ron Hynes considers Dana to be an icon in Newfoundland history and this song was an inevitable result of her impact on Newfoundlanders. Ron was quoted as saying, "It has to be chronicled. You just can't forget it and let go. If it hadn't been me, it would have been somebody else who would have written about Dana."
