Richard Thompson

Long dead love

Richard Thompson


Somebody's walking, oh somebody's walking 
There on the grave of our love 
And somebody's kicking the dust and the ashes away 
Why don't they just let it die 
And fade and grow cold again 
Better our footsteps divide 
And our memory grow old again 

Oh long dead love 
Long dead love 
How much dirt must you shovel on what's already dead 
Don't send flowers to remember, send thorns instead 
And who's that polishing the tombstone over our heads 
Ohh 

Somebody's dancing on our sad misfortune 
Oh there on the grave of our love 
And somebody's sweeping the splinters of my broken heart away 
Why don't they just let it die 
And fade and grow cold again 
Better our footsteps divide 
And our memory grow old again 

Oh long dead love 
Long dead love 
It's been so long it's even hard to find the right place 
Was it you who paid for Burke and Hare to come in on the case 
You know grave-robbing is a sin and this is a crying disgrace 

Deep in the night, the cruel intention comes stealing 
Deep in the night, I can't close my eyes for that feeling 

Oh long dead love 
Long dead love 
Long dead love