Please dear, tell my story
I'd always hear you say
Your voice like such soft silk
And your name said every day.
Please tell my story love
The one with the delicate little dove
And the angels who won't pray
The one where all the youngest kids would yearn to go and play.
And so I did.
The day you lay on your death bed I'd simply sadly say
I promise love, I'll tell your story
When all the sky's turn grey.
I'll let the raindrops stain my skin on a sad and solemn day.
