The Falling Leaf (Tune: The Raglan Road)

Folk say that grief is a falling leaf And the bough will soon forget But the sap's turned sere, since you left, my dear And unseen my cheek is wet In the midnight hours, when the moon is king It's slow the dew drops down In the pregnant sun we were both as one I was queen, you were my crown If blood could wash cruel deeds away I would open my veins today To make the grave, return my brave Young son, from the land of grey But death's a stone on the house of bone And I follow your footsteps fast And the poisoned ache that is love's heart break Will be stilled and made whole at last