The girls laughed, but how were they to know,
the sad story of your life.
The time you spent in France
with the Duke and his wife.

The sadness in that house,
that you can now recall to all.
The happiness that you felt,
with the children playing
in the great hall.

And at night you saw two rooms,
One his, one hers.
A long corridor in between them,
and so it was in their life,
no love lost there, over the years.

You were trying to bring some love into that house.
To bring laughter and joy.
But she became jealous of everything you did
And wanted to destroy.

She was empty inside.
All focus should be on her.
How dare you come and take away
the love of her children, her man, her sir.

And as you looked out the window,
one night,
As the silvery crystal snowflakes,
drizzled down the windowpane.
You knew all was doomed,
that nothing would ever be the same.

And so it happened, you were sent away.
Darkness entered that house and it was there to stay.
One last meeting with your true love.
One last visit to a graveyard before your move.

No one knows what pain lies inside a person.
No one knows what path they have walked.
Sometimes life is all this, and heaven too.
Sometimes somethings are never talked.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c).

Based on the film "All this and heaven too" starring Bette Davis and Charles Boyer. Book of the same name by Rachel Field who wrote about her Great Aunt Henriette Deluzy Desportes who was Governess to the children of the Duc de Praslin. When his wife the Duchesse was murdered, Henriette was implicated.