(Roberts/Lakeman)
For Sarah, widow of William Winchester, whose family invented the ‘Gun That Won The West’ - the Winchester repeating rifle.

Lyrics

For 30 years I’ve worked for her, I crafted every room
Every time I reach the end she gives me more to do
A labyrinth of hidden rooms and doors that lead to nowhere
Stairways up and stairways down and only Sarah goes there

Now the walls are closing in, she’d leave here if she could
The memories of yesterday are carved here in wood
A vessel to be filled with other peoples stories
In a world of glowing colour she is paler than a glacier

She is bound, bound to stone
Bound to spend forever on her own
She is bound , bound to stone

Annie died at six months old and William followed on
Empty corridors and halls remind of those who’re gone
Others visit her each night, torn by bullets, trapped in place
Relics of another time, reflecting her disgrace

They are bound, bound to stone
Bound to spend forever on her own
She is bound, bound to stone

Sarah says she can’t explain but begs to be forgiven
Compelled to give a home to those no longer living

Sarah you must build your house, you can never rest
You are on the run from the ‘Gun that won the West’