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I should have cased them up
And forged a silver key,
And left them for tomorrow,
When I’ll fall, when I’ll fall.
For now it’s said, my love is dead,
And I can’t feel at all.
I should have joined her mystery,
Or kissed her only once,
And walked her down the rivulet,
Or led her down the hall.
For now it’s said, my love is dead,
And I can’t feel at all.
There was a time when I could write
A song to make men calm;
That time has passed, and men are gone,
And I am for the wall.
For now it’s said, my love is dead,
And I can’t feel at all.
I saw another mountain scene,
My feet were slightly raised,
I touched the piercing threnody,
I heard God's dying call.
But now it’s said, my love is dead,
And I can’t feel at all.