I'm going to a wedding

I'm going to a wedding dressed in black

I'm going to a party

Going to a party won't be back

And I'm not going with you

No

Trees are no longer a comfort messages sad in the wires

My hair is hung down with the bleakest of rain that I'm feeling



I'm going to the river

I'm going to the river wash my tears

I'm going to the mountains

Going to the mountains cooly fears

That I'm not going with you

No



Skies are no longer a comfort leaves turning back in the autumn

The corn is hung down with the heaviest rain that I'm feeling



I'm going to a fun'ral

I'm going to a fun'ral dressed in white

I'm going to a nightclub

Going to a nightclub to sleep with night

And I'm not going with you

No



Love is no longer a comfort

Fantastic times are forgotten

My heart is hung down with the saddest of rain that I'm feeling