Dreary, Dreary, Dreary

Gone, gone

The girl in brocade

Gone, the words we might have said

Howl winds, because she is dead

And gone, gone, gone

Where teary, teary eyes once bright

Weary, sighs the tune

Dreary, dreary for all the night

And eerie light of the moon

Gone, gone my Beatrice

Gone, the lips I longed to kiss

Into a black and bleak abyss

Gone, gone, gone

Where teary, teary eyes once bright

Weary, sighs the tune

Dreary, dreary for all the night

And eerie light of the moon

Where teary, teary eyes once bright

Weary, sighs the tune

Dreary, dreary for all the night

And eerie light of the moon