The Sorrowful Wife
I married my wife on the day of the eclipseOur friends awarded her courage with giftsNow as the nights grow longer and the season shiftsI look to my sorrowful wifeWho is quietly tending her flowersWho is quietly tending her...
The water is high on the beckoning riverI made her a promise I could not deliverAnd the cry of the birds sends a terrible shiverThrough me and my sorrowful wifeWho is shifting the furniture aroundWho is shifting the furniture around
Now we sit beneath the knotted YewAnd the bluebells bob around our shoesThe task of remembering the telltale cluesGoes to my lovely, my sorrowful wifeWho is counting the days on her fingers
Who is counting the days on her...Come on and help me babeCome on nowHelp me babeI was blindThe grass here grows long and highTwists right up to the skyWhite clouds roll on byCome on now and help me babeI was blindI was a fool babeI was blindCome on nowA loose wind last night blew downBlack trees bent to the groundTheir blossoms made such a soundThat I could not hear myself think babeCome on nowAnd help me babeHelp me nowI was blindI was a fool