You will be sad as the stars cry at my gone Body needing me to comfort heart want Age will stop in time borrowed as light fades As leaving turns to grieving I will be long gone Strain of reason seasoned well turn passion Your heaven my hell Steeple claims lingering images of past Hammer the last frail iron sword streams Little edges of faith still the ire of like Blame rips across temptation stole Wilder grass grows to green bane Candlewick burns slow in shadow Love of book and ink writes wine Hold from the tower spills blast Political ambition strains each word Hair as bright sunshine love as pure as youth Draws forth desire beyond fame and king name Wishes in moonlight break cascades of hope Real is fate tickling past reason resting on a throne Lingering beams of glow ride life issues to bleed You will be sad as the stars cry at my gone Body needing me to comfort heart want Age will stop in time borrowed as light fades As leaving turns to grieving I will be long gone Strain of reason seasoned well turn passion Your heaven my hell

 

Barbra Allen, Everly Brothers version
As time measures, so does age as the bard shares
Twas in the merry month of May
When flowers were a-bloomin'
Sweet Willie on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen

He sent his servant to the town
The town where she did dwell in
Saying "Master dear has sent me here
It remained for Barbara Allen"

Then slowly slowly she got up
And slowly she went to him
And all she said when she got there
"Young man, I think you're dying"

"Oh don't you remember the other day
When we were in the tavern?
You drank your health to the ladies there
And you slighted Barbara Allen.....