Of sorrow blue and clad in mist

Dancing midst the meadows of my dreams

My precious one my fallen beauty

Fallen beneath a dismal cloud

I recall that dreary morning

I ran to the shores of her eyes

I was there watching the seas

And it was all silent upon the sea

A candle caravan 

The final stream of angel gleam

There was no farewell of solace

Before the caravan was gone

Of sorrow blue and clad in tears

Her cordial hands reach for me

My peaceful dream her soothing warmth

Fallen beneath a dismal cloud

I bow to her beautiful name

The flowers need not to be watered

These tears wont let the soil dry

Where her name is carved in stone

You were my core you were my soul

Lips of roses mane of gold

Intoxicated we lay entwined

I wore the carnal crown of sorrow

Blue and clad in soil

My mind still echoes from her songs

Earth and time are calling my name

Let me fall beneath this dismal cloud