Steampianist with Lili - The Undertaker's Daughter - Feat. Vocaloid Oliver

This was suppose to be uploaded on his birthday but yeah some things happened anyway here's to that british cyclops! CHEERS! Wow this is my longest song yet 9 minutes of folk/celtic music and this is also the 5th track for the Assorted Vocanuts i hope you guys like it and enjoy the experience and now my hands needs rest from the brutal steel strings of the guitar... ALSO A HUGE THANK YOU TO Nai FOR DOING THIS WONDERFUL ART IN JUST 24 HOURS *holy shit* -------------------------------------------------------- Written by Lili https://twitter.com/liliandstitch/media Artwork by Nai http://nai6767594.wix.com/lapin#!home/mainPage Composed and Arranged by Steam Guitars by Steam Vietnamese Translation by Force --------------------------------------------------------- MP3 Download Soundcloud http://tinyurl.com/nqccy9j Soundcloud Illustration by Skittles https://twitter.com/le_skitt Newgrounds http://tinyurl.com/n4pmh56 *Off vocal and stuff will be on the album release. Lyrics: Once upon a time, in a faraway place There's a tiny town no one thought to name On the outskirts of the town, tucked beneath the willow trees Silent as death, was a small cemetary The undertaker's daughter was a maiden most fair With her sweet rosy pink cheeks and long flaxen hair Day after day, she learned her father's trade Day after day, she wandered to the graves Alone in the corner, where the light did not shine was an angel made of stone who looked up to the sky Her hands folded in a prayer Her feet covered in grime And Laying upon them was a plaque old as time The undertaker's daughter had wandered there, with her sweet rosy pink cheeks and long flaxen hair She looked to the plaque, and she thought it was odd She looked to the plaque,and the grave's name was gone. Everyday from then on, The daughter went there, to the grave with the angel, with the plaque that was bare Sitting there all alone, the daughter thought that it was sad No one ever brought flowers there were no gifts to be had One day the daughter Went to the seaside She played in the sand With the sun shining bright While hunting around The daughter had found A seashell so beautiful pearly and round The undertaker's daughter had searched through there, with her rosy cheeks and long flaxen hair She wanted more, of those lovely seashells And She wanted more, and she had a plan, as well... The undertaker's daughter was maiden most fair, with her sweet rosy pink cheeks and her long flaxen hair A gift for the grave, with no name in sight A gift for the grave, these seashell so bright... The undertaker's daughter had left them there, back when she had rosy cheeks and long flaxen hair Now she was gone, but though t'was so long ago the seashell still shined, the grave was not alone... the grave was not alone... the grave was not alone...