Weird of Hermiston

I'm goin' to a wedding I'm going to a wedding dressed in black I'm going to a party Going to party, won't be back Cause I'm not going with you No Trees are no longer a comfort Messages sad in the wires My hair is hung down With the blackest of rain that I'm feeling I'm going to the river I'm going to the river wash my tears I'm going to the mountains Going to the mountains cool myfears That I'm not going with you No Skies are no longer a comfort Leaves turning black in the autumn The corn is hung down With the heaviest rain I am feeling I'm going to a fun'ral I'm going to a fun'ral dressed in white I'm going to a nightclub I'm going to a nightclub sleep with night And I'm not going with you No Love is no longer a comfort Fantastic times are forgotten My heart is hung down With the sadest of rain that I'm feeling