Hazeldine

Dead Love

Hazeldine


Now as I cry myself to sleep as often times I do
Into my little bedroom creep that way that lovers do
Then push your kiss against my lips I´ll open up for you
Then pull you down till skin and sheet we lay like lovers do
Cause no one knows my sorrow no one feels my heartache
I want my poor dead lover dear lay with me here in this place

Far off he lies but every night I´ll have him here rejoice
The silence brings to me his sigh I still hear his sweet voice
So in the morning when you lay and I am no longer there
Come cut me down from where I hang and save a lock of my hair

Go dig my grave and dig it deep put rocks and flowers at my feet
If I fall to hell or fly above please tell them all I died for love
Tell them all I died, died for love