I'm waiting, I wait, for the creaking of the gate,
How long, how long must I wait.I sit, I sit, the weeds gather 'round me,
The wind whips my dress so that I cannot see.
So long, good-bye, to that great moaning sky and I'll cast my heart downthe well.I stare, I stare, and I'm looking over there,'
Cross that ghostly lake where he dwelled.I look and I see a light burnin' bright,
But I know it doesn't burn for me tonight
So long, good-bye, to that great moaning sky and I'll cast my heart downthe well.
Looking down, looking down, to where he once laid,
The birds hovered then took him away.I rise to my feet and I walk down that road
Where I silently cry when this story is told.
So long, good-bye, to that great moaning sky and I'll cast my heart downthe well.
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