The Undertaker's Daughter (feat. Vocaloid Oliver)
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โฑ๏ธ 9:06 duration
๐ ID: 11328964
๐ Lyrics
Once upon a time
In a faraway place
There's a tiny town
That no one thought to name
On the outskirts of town
Tucked beneath the willow trees
Silent as death
Was a small cemetery
The undertaker's daughter was a maiden most fair
With her sweet rosy pink cheeks and long flaxen hair
Day after day, she learned her father's trade
Day after day, she wandered to the graves
Alone in the corner
Where the light did not shine
Was an angel made of stone
Who looked up to the sky
Her hands folded in prayer
Her feet covered in grime
And laying upon them
Was a plaque as old as time
The undertaker's daughter had wandered there
With her sweet rosy pink cheeks and long flaxen hair
She looked to the plaque, and she thought it was odd
She looked to the plaque, and the grave's name was gone
Everyday from then on
The daughter went there
To the grave with the angel
With the plaque that was bare
Sitting there all alone
The daughter thought that it was sad
No one ever brought flowers
There were no gifts to be had
One day the daughter
Had went to the seaside
Playing in the sand
With the sun shining bright
While hunting around
The daughter had found
A seashell so beautiful
Pearly and round
The undertaker's daughter had searched through there
With her rosy cheeks and long flaxen hair
She wanted more, of those lovely seashells
And she wanted more, and she had a plan, as well
The undertaker's daughter was a maiden most fair
With her sweet rosy pink cheeks and long flaxen hair
A gift for the grave, with no name in sight
A gift for the grave, these seashell so bright
The undertaker's daughter had left them there
Back when she had rosy cheeks and long flaxen hair
Now she was gone, but though t'was so long ago
The seashell still shined
The grave was not alone
The grave was not alone
The grave was not alone
In a faraway place
There's a tiny town
That no one thought to name
On the outskirts of town
Tucked beneath the willow trees
Silent as death
Was a small cemetery
The undertaker's daughter was a maiden most fair
With her sweet rosy pink cheeks and long flaxen hair
Day after day, she learned her father's trade
Day after day, she wandered to the graves
Alone in the corner
Where the light did not shine
Was an angel made of stone
Who looked up to the sky
Her hands folded in prayer
Her feet covered in grime
And laying upon them
Was a plaque as old as time
The undertaker's daughter had wandered there
With her sweet rosy pink cheeks and long flaxen hair
She looked to the plaque, and she thought it was odd
She looked to the plaque, and the grave's name was gone
Everyday from then on
The daughter went there
To the grave with the angel
With the plaque that was bare
Sitting there all alone
The daughter thought that it was sad
No one ever brought flowers
There were no gifts to be had
One day the daughter
Had went to the seaside
Playing in the sand
With the sun shining bright
While hunting around
The daughter had found
A seashell so beautiful
Pearly and round
The undertaker's daughter had searched through there
With her rosy cheeks and long flaxen hair
She wanted more, of those lovely seashells
And she wanted more, and she had a plan, as well
The undertaker's daughter was a maiden most fair
With her sweet rosy pink cheeks and long flaxen hair
A gift for the grave, with no name in sight
A gift for the grave, these seashell so bright
The undertaker's daughter had left them there
Back when she had rosy cheeks and long flaxen hair
Now she was gone, but though t'was so long ago
The seashell still shined
The grave was not alone
The grave was not alone
The grave was not alone
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:17.75] Once upon a time
[00:21.63] In a faraway place
[00:25.77] There's a tiny town
[00:29.17] That no one thought to name
[00:33.75] On the outskirts of town
[00:36.96] Tucked beneath the willow trees
[00:41.36] Silent as death
[00:44.55] Was a small cemetery
[00:50.86] The undertaker's daughter was a maiden most fair
[00:58.52] With her sweet rosy pink cheeks and long flaxen hair
[01:06.59] Day after day, she learned her father's trade
[01:14.04] Day after day, she wandered to the graves
[02:01.85] Alone in the corner
[02:05.34] Where the light did not shine
[02:09.18] Was an angel made of stone
[02:13.14] Who looked up to the sky
[02:17.42] Her hands folded in prayer
[02:20.84] Her feet covered in grime
[02:25.00] And laying upon them
[02:28.68] Was a plaque as old as time
[02:34.87] The undertaker's daughter had wandered there
[02:42.62] With her sweet rosy pink cheeks and long flaxen hair
[02:50.63] She looked to the plaque, and she thought it was odd
[02:58.32] She looked to the plaque, and the grave's name was gone
[03:50.51] Everyday from then on
[03:55.89] The daughter went there
[04:04.61] To the grave with the angel
[04:12.63] With the plaque that was bare
[04:20.07] Sitting there all alone
[04:23.75] The daughter thought that it was sad
[04:27.73] No one ever brought flowers
[04:31.62] There were no gifts to be had
[05:06.28] One day the daughter
[05:09.69] Had went to the seaside
[05:13.50] Playing in the sand
[05:17.03] With the sun shining bright
[05:38.36] While hunting around
[05:41.26] The daughter had found
[05:44.99] A seashell so beautiful
[05:49.12] Pearly and round
[06:08.58] The undertaker's daughter had searched through there
[06:18.68] With her rosy cheeks and long flaxen hair
[06:25.56] She wanted more, of those lovely seashells
[06:33.03] And she wanted more, and she had a plan, as well
[06:46.63] The undertaker's daughter was a maiden most fair
[06:55.34] With her sweet rosy pink cheeks and long flaxen hair
[07:02.37] A gift for the grave, with no name in sight
[07:10.55] A gift for the grave, these seashell so bright
[08:00.69] The undertaker's daughter had left them there
[08:12.98] Back when she had rosy cheeks and long flaxen hair
[08:21.93] Now she was gone, but though t'was so long ago
[08:31.46] The seashell still shined
[08:36.70] The grave was not alone
[08:41.67] The grave was not alone
[08:46.68] The grave was not alone
[08:57.92]
[00:21.63] In a faraway place
[00:25.77] There's a tiny town
[00:29.17] That no one thought to name
[00:33.75] On the outskirts of town
[00:36.96] Tucked beneath the willow trees
[00:41.36] Silent as death
[00:44.55] Was a small cemetery
[00:50.86] The undertaker's daughter was a maiden most fair
[00:58.52] With her sweet rosy pink cheeks and long flaxen hair
[01:06.59] Day after day, she learned her father's trade
[01:14.04] Day after day, she wandered to the graves
[02:01.85] Alone in the corner
[02:05.34] Where the light did not shine
[02:09.18] Was an angel made of stone
[02:13.14] Who looked up to the sky
[02:17.42] Her hands folded in prayer
[02:20.84] Her feet covered in grime
[02:25.00] And laying upon them
[02:28.68] Was a plaque as old as time
[02:34.87] The undertaker's daughter had wandered there
[02:42.62] With her sweet rosy pink cheeks and long flaxen hair
[02:50.63] She looked to the plaque, and she thought it was odd
[02:58.32] She looked to the plaque, and the grave's name was gone
[03:50.51] Everyday from then on
[03:55.89] The daughter went there
[04:04.61] To the grave with the angel
[04:12.63] With the plaque that was bare
[04:20.07] Sitting there all alone
[04:23.75] The daughter thought that it was sad
[04:27.73] No one ever brought flowers
[04:31.62] There were no gifts to be had
[05:06.28] One day the daughter
[05:09.69] Had went to the seaside
[05:13.50] Playing in the sand
[05:17.03] With the sun shining bright
[05:38.36] While hunting around
[05:41.26] The daughter had found
[05:44.99] A seashell so beautiful
[05:49.12] Pearly and round
[06:08.58] The undertaker's daughter had searched through there
[06:18.68] With her rosy cheeks and long flaxen hair
[06:25.56] She wanted more, of those lovely seashells
[06:33.03] And she wanted more, and she had a plan, as well
[06:46.63] The undertaker's daughter was a maiden most fair
[06:55.34] With her sweet rosy pink cheeks and long flaxen hair
[07:02.37] A gift for the grave, with no name in sight
[07:10.55] A gift for the grave, these seashell so bright
[08:00.69] The undertaker's daughter had left them there
[08:12.98] Back when she had rosy cheeks and long flaxen hair
[08:21.93] Now she was gone, but though t'was so long ago
[08:31.46] The seashell still shined
[08:36.70] The grave was not alone
[08:41.67] The grave was not alone
[08:46.68] The grave was not alone
[08:57.92]