The Old Balmain House

  Prologue

  We bought ourselves a new old house – a little timber cottage

  It made us feel most welcome – giving out a sense of a lovely home

  Soon it seemed we belonged here – living and making it our own

  We glimpsed a hidden story - deep buried in its past

  It told us of a little girl who lived here in the early century last

  This little girl went off to school one day and never did come back

  It seemed to those who looked so hard she’d vanished through a crack

  For years and years her family searched for this missing elusive soul

  Yet all they found was nothing – she had vanished without a trace

  Loss carried down for years and years as generations passed

  Her memory slowly dwindled, fading out of view at last

  We heard a voice call out one day seeking our help for her return

  We joined the search; she pulled us in, new people in her place

  Across a century of time and space her presence drew us on

  At last we found that vital clue, lost story from her grandmother

  And as we walked those hidden steps her family became our own

  Now, at last, after all that’s passed, we’ve safely brought her home