Lyrics:

Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my headand as I climb into an empty bedoh well, enough saidI know it's over still I clingI don't know where else I can go, motherOh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my headsee, the sea wants to take methe knife wants to slit medo you think you can help me?Sad veiled bride, please be happyhandsome groom, give her roomloud, loutish lover, treat her kindlyalthough she needs you more than she loves youAnd I know it's overstill I clingI don't know where else I can goit's over, it's over, it's overI know it's overand it never really beganbut in my heart it was so realand you even spoke to me and said: