The Good Condemned To Suffer
She left this world in middle life just only thirty seven
And she went to a better land a land that we call heaven
Her children and her husband Matt her kith and kin heartbroken
But she is in a better world if that to them's a token.
I met her twice just only twice and she seemed a real nice lady
A cheerful and kindhearted soul and in her nothing shady
Last met her in Wantirna South at eighteenth birthday party
And she was in a jovial mood and she seemed hale and hearty.
In Croydon church my ice cold heart it melted down to water
When her husband Matt walked down the aisle hand in hand with their daughter
As sad a thing as I have seen since I came to this City
But what use to them my sympathy what use to them my pity.
This world can be a rough old place and it keeps on getting rougher
And as always seems to be the case the good condemned to suffer
But Janice need suffer no more she's in a world that's better
And she left behind good memories and her friends will not forget her.
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