Potter's Field

Potter’s Field Words and Music by Judy Daigle

Markers dot the field a hundred in a row.

A thousand lie below the ground.

Many were abandoned long before they died.

Others too poor for a proper mound.

Time has passed them by like they were never even here.

If they could speak what would they say?

Did they have a family or were they all alone?

Did someone mourn when they passed away?

Do you remember me? I was really here.

Now just a number on a stone.

Due to circumstances I am left to lie,

forgotten and unknown,

in Potter’s field where all the faceless go.

A baby girl in 104, Mary was her name.

Edward’s in 785

Many we will never know who is buried there.

No record to prove they were alive.

Do you remember me? I was really here.

Now just a number on a stone.

Due to circumstances I am left to lie,

forgotten and unknown,

in Potter’s field where all the faceless go.

Wander through the rows, you can hear them there.

Calling out from below.

Listen to my story. Don’t let me fade away.

There’s so much I want you to know

Do you remember me? I was really here.

Now just a number on a stone.

Due to circumstances I am left to lie,

forgotten and unknown,

in Potter’s field where all the faceless go.

Forgotten and unknown,

in Potter’s field where all the faceless go.