The Late Love of Mine

The ceremony's beginning

For the late love of mine

But there's no one attending

But me and the mem'ries she left behind.



I watched as her love for me

Died a little at a time

She tried in every way she could

The late love of mine.



How could I expect a good woman

To love a slave to the wine

I knew someday I'd lose her

The late love of mine.



The strong drink is made for the weak ones

That won't stand by love that they find

And I'm trying to bury the mem'ries

Of the late love of mine.



How could I expect a good woman

To love a slave to the wine

I knew someday I'd lose her

The late love of mine.



The strong drink is made for the weak ones

That won't stand by love that they find

And I'm trying to bury the mem'ries

Of the late love of mine...