Dark to me the night and dim
the morning light
Tomorrow.
How can we not see the simple
melody
Of sorrow?
Oh to be with you, oh to see
them through
Those days when we think you
are gone,
They are so lonesome, and
so long.
What shall we do?
Parting comes to soon, my weary
tune
Has lost its pleasure.
Waiting for the time, this
lonely wine
Has lost its treasure.
Dark to me the night and dim
the morning light
Tomorrow.
How can we not see the simple
melody
Of sorrow?
Oh to be with you, oh to see
them through
These days when we think you
are gone,
They are so lonesome, and
so long.
What shall I do?
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