She Left Me Poor

I woke up and she was gone Gone into the thin black night My mosquito buddy was buzzing his consolation That’s if he was not just having a celebration For the one that chased he from me was gone She went and left me poor She went with the heater to keep me warm at night She took along the temple where I worship And carried off both pillows I used for the nights And along with them the fiddles that kept my hands busy She took my entire choir along with her So no more late night songs shall I conduct The silence is so cold and deafening She left me with a cold bed and a broken heart Yet she waited till I was dead asleep with eyes a’shut . . .