Marlon Williams - Strange Things

I lost my wife in 1989 to a certain kind of undetectable cancer
She left me alone in a 7 bedroom home
Built upon the bones of fallen soldiers
I don’t recall putting that picture on the wall
The one of mother and child at Easter time

I hear strange things, creeping in the night
I have strange dreams in the bed where Lucy died

The day that Lucy died was the hottest of the summer
The family all stood around her sweating
When she expired they all went back to the city
And I’ve never seen a living soul again
I buried her down beneath the garden Lucy proudly grew
The whitest room that ever was in bloom

I hear strange things, creeping in the night
I have strange dreams in the bed where Lucy died
I hear strange things, creeping in the night
I have strange dreams in the bed where Lucy died