The Sorrowful Wife

I married my wife on the day of the eclipse
Our friends awarded her courage with gifts
Now as the nights grow longer and the season shifts
I look to my sorrowful wife
Who is quietly tending her flowers
Who is quietly tending her .....

The water is high on the beckoning river
And I made her a promise I could not deliver
And the cry of the birds sends a terrible shiver
Through me and my sorrowful wife
Who is shifting the furniture around
Who is shifting the furniture around

Now we sit beneath the knotted Yew
And the bluebells bob up around our shoes
And the task of remembering the telltale clues
Goes to my sorrowful wife
Who is counting the days on her fingers
Who is counting the days on her .....

Come on and help me, baby
Come on now
Come on and help me, baby
I was blind
The grass here grows long and high
Twists right up to the sky
White clouds roll on by
Come on now and help me, baby
I was blind
I was a fool, baby
I was blind
A loose wind last night blew down
Black trees bent to the ground
Their blossoms made such a sound
That I could not even hear myself think, baby
I was blind
I was a fool, baby
Yeah I was a blind fool, baby
I was a fool, baby
I was blind, baby
A fool, babe
I was blind, babe
I was a fool, baby