Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

and as I climb into an empty bed

oh well, enough said

I know it's over still I cling

I don't know where else I can go, mother



Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

see, the sea wants to take me

the knife wants to slit 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

although 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

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: