I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an icy bed
Oh well, enough said
I know it's over, still I cling
I don't see what else I can do
Over
Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my hand
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to cut 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
And I know it's over, still, I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Oh, it's over, it's over, it's over
It's over, it's 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
Then why are you on your own tonight?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight?
If you're so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight?"
Because tonight is just like any other night
That's why you're on your own tonight
Your triumphs and your charms
While they are 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, o-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 you and I, my love
Oh, Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head, oh-oh
Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head, oh-oh, oh
Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh, Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh, Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Mother, I can feel
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