The Sorrowful Wife

I married my wife on the day of the eclipse

Our friends awarded her courage with gifts

Now as the nights grow longer and the season shifts

I look to my sorrowful wife

Who is quietly tending her flowers

Who is quietly tending her .....



The water is high on the beckoning river

And I made her a promise I could not deliver

And the cry of the birds sends a terrible shiver

Through me and my sorrowful wife

Who is shifting the furniture around

Who is shifting the furniture around



Now we sit beneath the knotted Yew

And the bluebells bob up around our shoes

And the task of remembering the telltale clues

Goes to my sorrowful wife

Who is counting the days on her fingers

Who is counting the days on her .....



Come on and help me, baby

Come on now

Come on and help me, baby

I was blind

The grass here grows long and high

Twists right up to the sky

White clouds roll on by

Come on now and help me, baby

I was blind

I was a fool, baby

I was blind

A loose wind last night blew down

Black trees bent to the ground

Their blossoms made such a sound

That I could not even hear myself think, baby

I was blind

I was a fool, baby

Yeah I was a blind fool, baby

I was a fool, baby

I was blind, baby

A fool, babe

I was blind, babe

I was a fool, baby