Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head. And as I climb into an empty bed, Oh well, enough said. I know it's over still I cling, I don't know where else I can go. Over.
Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head. You see the sea wants to take me, The knife that wants to slit me. Do you think you can help me? Sad veiled bride, please, be happy, Handsome groom give her room. Loud loutish lover, treat her kindly, Though she needs you more than she loves you. I know it's over still I cling, I don't know where else I can go. Over, over.
I know it's over and it never really began, But in my heart it was so real, And you even spoke to me and said: \"If you're so funny Why are you on your own tonight? And if you are so clever Why are you on your own tonight? And if you are so very entertaining Why are you on your own tonight? And if you are so very good looking Why do you sleep alone tonight? I know. Because tonight is just like any other night, That's why you're on your own tonight. With your triumphs and your charms While they're in each other's arms\".
It's so easy to laugh, it's so easy to hate, It takes strength to be gentle and kind. Over, over, over. It's so easy to laugh, it's so easy to hate, It takes guts to be gentle and kind. Over, over. Love is natural and real, But not for you, my love, Not tonight, my love. Love is natural and real, But not for such as you and I, my love. Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head.