my lover always meets me with a smile
my lover always kind, always patient
my lover like honey and milk
my lover on a cold november morning
but on the former sunday i gave him in
and on the former sunday he went away
all the grief that i have caused is
nothing now, compared to this
all the grief that i have given him
is nothing now, compared to this
and i can see him as he lies there
and i can see him in his grave
my lover on a bed in the evening mist
tender and pure in his last moment
my lover on a bed, spreads his beautiful hair
out on the pillow - out on me |