Lonesome are the words
The words I think to myself, since you said goodbye
Lonesome are the dreams
The dreams that you lay shattered on that distant night

Lonesome are the tears
Lonesome go the years
Lonesome are the waves goodbye

Vultures in the sky
Ready to pounce down on my corpse one day
Cultured are the books
The books that you left rotting by our poisoned bed

Ruined are the crops
The oxen hang aloft
Lonesome is the swirling wind

Lonesome are the tears
Lonesome go the years
Lonesome are the waves goodbye