I dug you up this morning and took you home.

To have you here beside me cold but close,

I made my mind up last night that heaven just can't have you.



I made you breakfast but you would not eat,

So I took your black dress off and washed you clean.

I made my mind up last night that heaven just can't have you.



The sheets are creased from your last day,

A silhouette of where you laid.

They'll find your headstone in the yard with your black dress and my



guitar.

I'll carry you back to your grave where you and I will always stay.

I close the casket, it gets dark, they'll find us in each others arms.