Walking through a field o’ flowers The wildflowers catch her tears For she shan’t get her dower Never to see her lost years Nor her avaricious beau For on a blustery more She climbed a oak From atop which She could see The ship o line On which her And her lover had entertwined Now she pines for lost time For they now shall know Of why she still pines For time long ago Old Sarah Was Named joe Joe died on that Old creaky ship And Sarah was borne But now all they shall Know of both Sarah And joe for this tree Was where joe realized Joe wasn’t a he he was A she Sarah from joe For better and for worse But enough time has passed And now Sarah stands atop This old tree with the sure footing Of a long gone sailor named joe As she tied the ole noose round her neck She thought back to her lover and her Atop the ships mast and the knots he tied And untied of her corsets back for old Sarah Has the hands of a rigger half her age For she tied that noose around her lovers neck And now they shall meet at Davey jones locker And so sarah stepped of that tree and the was words she uttered so soft and so true were I love you The words echoed out among the flowers where joe became Sarah and Sarah left joe