Lyrics:

Gone, gone, gone, Betcha didn't know I'd be gone, For so long, Betcha didn't know I'd done wrong, And all the cherry blossoms were swirling round your head, And soon your pretty blue eyes were red.



Burn, oh burn, You watched your little playhouse burn, Oh, how you learn, When the wheel of your misfortune turns, And all the smoke and ashes were swirling round your head, And soon your pretty blue eyes were red.



Oh, so red, And you think you must be dying from all those tears you bled, Oh, so red.



Cold, so cold, So soon the summer wind turned so cold, Now you know, That everything that shines sure ain't gold, And all the autumn leaves were swirling round your head, Blown like goodbye kisses so red.



Oh, so red, And you think you must be dying from all those tears you bled, And you think you must be dying for your heart's so sore and red, And I think you must be dying to see my cold, cold blood run red. Oh, so red.