It was cold at night, my final sight
As I opened up the door
I recalled her there, sat in the chair
Her eyes, set stone on the floor
What a fool I was, to ever think
This could be the night
The forsaken place, I fell from grace
Our dear, what a beautiful sight
And as the days grew hard, in Poulters Yard
I went away for the work
And she wept the night, our sweetest died
Hell had sought out my hurt
What a fool I was, to ever think
That Demons ever let go
And she cursed me then, as other men
Laid stone, and solid a home
By this fireplace, a cold cold space
Long since heat ever warmed
I still hear their cries and joyous sighs
Released to Heaven no more
What a fool I was, to ever think
That I could escape this fate
I was lost again, like so many men
And now I’m going away
I’ve been found again, a wanting man
And now i’m going away
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