Dreary, Dreary, Dreary
Stephin Merritt
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