The skirt that I wore,that I wore,that I wore
The dark blue skirt that I ,I I wore,wore wore.
I wore no hat
The skirt that I wore to your, your, your funeral service
Your funeral,the skirt I wore…that day,that live long day..
The skirt that I wore has vanished away
Since the old man decided he’d die.
It hung very well,very well indeed
It hung very well,shall we say?
It hung very well and draped elegant I pray
When the coffin came inside,came inside ,inside…
An now it has gone,like a flag torn from its pole
It’s gone to its home high above
Across the blue sky,it seemed to want to fly
On that very hot day, on that day, I say.I say!
When we sent you,my dear,far away,far away
It’s not a surprise that the skirt has flown so gay.
For such was its nature and way,oh,its way ois own way
The colour was so stunning
Black yet blue,becoming…
It turned the heads of the men,oh the men
So instead of saying,Sorry!
They said,May we meet tomorrow?
And this to my widow’s weeds,Indeed.indeed,indeed.
.Oh,leave me alone, like a toad under a stone
I’ll never love a man again,again,again,again
I have given away my heart
And the deep hole is full of hurt
It pains me to think he has gone.
Has he gone?
No,don’t go.
Has he gone?
No,oh no ,John
I saw him in his chair
But my hands passed through like air
And empty was my fond embrace..
Yet smiling was his face as he saw me dressed in lace
A wedding he wanted it to be,in my dreams,
my dreams and schemes
But it was but a sad yet well right end
To the time here on earth that he did spend
Spend,spend,spend
A working and a loving for a while.
So if you see me smile,I do not you beguile
I am dreaming about what gives me joy yet truly hurts
That divine dark blue skirt and my jacket of jet black
Have gone in search of him,yet again,again
So high in the sky, with the square root of minus pi
For ever they will fly,they will fly, oh fly!
A sign of heavenly love
Yet heaven was not above
But down here with my dove.
A weeping I’ll ever be,
For I shall never feel or see
his tender touch on me
A weeping and a wailing for a year.
His foot on the stair, his benevolent ,wide eyed stare
Oh,love,oh love,my dear.
Oh love where have you gone?
You were a kindly one
For ever I’ll be rent
My skirt tore into two
After your big do
So out of the window it flew,oh how it flew
And now I’ll never see
My skirt and mon ami.
In desolate devotions I shall be.
Adieu,mon petit.
You were such a darling treat.
Till we meet again
Tot ziens
Later, my dear one
I too shall be gone but will we meet again?
Where e’er there’s loam,cool dudes will plant their feet
