Underneath these stones bleached and rotting bones and 
the girl I loved the best
Maggots do their work there beneath the earth loved her 
more than all the rest
Tears begin to fall every time I call there beside her 
graveside
Love it never lasts everything must pass everything 
that's good does die
Mists are coming down memories resound winter nights' 
chill does fall
As maggots gnaw her bones I make my way home it's better 
not to love at all