The Granddaughter of Bone

Lyrics

In the chalk-dusted halls of a school in Quirm,
Stands a governess straight, with a gaze that is firm.
With a single black streak in her snowy white hair,
And a presence that whispers of "not quite all there."
She’s the Duchess of Sto Helit, the logic-bound queen,
The sensible shadow in worlds unseen.
She doesn't do magic, she doesn't do "fate,"
But she carries the scythe when the hour is late.
​(Chorus)
Oh, Susan, dear Susan, the granddaughter of Bone,
Inheriting shadows she’d rather not own.
Between the tick of the clock and the beat of the heart,
She’s pulling the threads of the Discworld apart.
With a poker in hand and a mind like a vice,
She’s paying the duty and naming the price.
​In the roar of the "Music with Rocks In," it started,
When the old man grew weary and briefly departed.
She stepped to the stage with a skeletal grin,
To stop the new rhythm from soaking right in.
She saved the young bard from the soul-eating sound,
While the beat of the universe shook up the ground.
A teenager then, with a heavy world's weight,
Refusing to succumb to the lure of the gate.
​(Chorus)
Oh, Susan, dear Susan, the granddaughter of Bone,
Inheriting shadows she’d rather not own.
Between the tick of the clock and the beat of the heart,
She’s pulling the threads of the Discworld apart.
With a poker in hand and a mind like a vice,
She’s paying the duty and naming the price.
​When the Hogfather vanished and snow turned to red,
And the "Teatime" of terrors crawled under the bed,
She put on the suit and she climbed on the sleigh,
To ensure that the sun would rise up the next day.
For if children stop dreaming of teeth and of hogs,
The world starts to vanish in grey, silent fogs.
She beat back the monsters that hide in the dark,
With a sharp, teacher’s tongue and a cold, silver spark.
​And when History stuttered and time stood quite still,
And the Auditors worked their malevolent will,
She walked through the moments that nobody sees,
To bring the mad clock-maker down to his knees.
Beside a young monk and a hero of old,
She fought for a story that had to be told.
For time is a river that needs to flow free,
And Susan’s the dam in the middle of the sea.
​(Bridge)
She tries to be normal, she tries to be plain,
But the blood of the Reaper runs deep in her vein.
She rolls her eyes at the Death of Rats’ squeak,
(Though she’ll give him a crumb if his spirit is weak).
But her heart truly softens for Binky’s white coat,
The horse who can gallop where stars are afloat.
She patts his soft nose as they fly through the air,
The only true peace that she finds anywhere.
​(Chorus)
Oh, Susan, dear Susan, the granddaughter of Bone,
Inheriting shadows she’d rather not own.
Between the tick of the clock and the beat of the heart,
She’s pulling the threads of the Discworld apart.
With a poker in hand and a mind like a vice,
She’s paying the duty and naming the price.
​(Outro)
So if you see a lady with a look so severe,
Who walks through a wall without trembling or fear,
Just remember the girl who stands guard on the line,
Between the mortal world and the end of all time.
Yeah, she’s just Susan.
Only Susan.
The girl who makes sure the sun comes up.