Of Aunt Evelyn of the hills
She's the flower that blooms
But her dreams of peace and
In the shadow of your hands,
there's no kindness from the vanquished
In the darkness of your jail,
Only torture, pain and suffering,
and broken dreams and sorrow
And a future life of poverty
In the shadow of your hills
The stars are shining brightly
The flowers will bloom again
As the most ungrateful people
Now, we always should remember you,
Aunt Evelyn of the Hills.
You fought bravely for the
of your jailer, Dr. Trevor
Or the cruel English soldier, Major Sars
In the shadow of your jail,
they tried everything to break you
They prodded you with bayonets
till your blood flowed to the ground
They tried hanging, fear and bravery,
but you did not betray him
To the cruel English jailers
in the shadows of your hills
the stars are shining brightly
the flowers will bloom again
As a most ungrateful people
forget the memories of their past
