Jane Siberry – The Mystery At Ogwen’s Farm

Ogwen–Bessie’s gone

Bessie’s gone away

I looked in the high meadow for her

I think she’s gone

I looked down by the river

And I looked behind the barn

Ogwen–Bessie’s gone

Bessie’s gone away

I saw this girl down by the fence

In the morning mist

She was telling things to Bessie

It looked strange–I wonder if…

Ogwen–Bessie’s gone

Bessie’s gone away

Well, maybe it’s a blessing

What with winter coming on

Because the man who owns this farm

Was going to sell her to the yards

Oh, I hope she really got away

Ogwen–we are old

I guess nothing is ever ours

So much that we don’t know

Ogwen–Bessie’s gone

Bessie’s gone away