dreary, dreary

Dreary, dreary
Dreary, dreary
Gone, gone, the girl in brocade
Gone, the words we might have said
Howl winds, because she is dead
And gone, gone, gone
Were teary, teary eyes once bright?
Weary, sighs the tune
Dreary, dreary falls the night
And eerie light of the moon
Dreary, dreary
Dreary, dreary
Gone, gone, my Beatrice
Gone, the lips I longed to kiss
Into a black and bleak abyss
Gone, gone, gone
(Gone are the summers of croquet and cribbage)
Were teary, teary eyes once bright?
Weary, sighs the tune
(Gone, gone, are the winters of snow)
Dreary, dreary falls the night
And eerie light of the moon
(Sigh, the secrets gone, too)
Were teary, teary eyes once bright?
Weary, sighs the tune
(Silver springs, golden falls.)
Dreary, dreary for all the night
And eerie light of the moon
Dreary, dreary
Dreary, dreary