They told me not to come to you that day
They said that I was fragile,I should rest
What nonsense when your man’s about to die
They lack imagination,I would pay
If I stayed at home my heart would bust
They told me not to come to you that day
What happens to us when all is awry
My presence should contain you till you left
Not spineless abence when your lover dies
I remember Cleveland Hills and sky
Heather where we lay, embraced and kissed
They told me not to come to you that day
My tears fell like a sheet from helpless eyes
Who undid the warp,undid the weft?
The torture when your man’s about to die
Is our life on earth but a mere test
Followed by God’s kind eternal rest
They told me not to come to you that day
What ignorance when your man that day will die