Black Dress

I dug you up this morning

and took you home,

to have you here beside me,

cold but close.

I made my mind up last night,

that heaven just can't have you.

I made you breakfast but you would not eat,

so I took your black dress off and washed you clean.

I made mind up last night that heaven just can' have you.

The sheets are creased

from your last day,

a silhouette of where you lay.

They'll find your headstone in the yard,

with your black dress and my guitar.

I'll carry you back to your grave

where you and I will always stay.

Close the casket it gets dark;

they'll find us in each other's arms….