Drinking In The Moonlight

She’ll never leave me drinking in the moonlight,
She’ll never leave me broken and alone,
Though all along the pier the ghosts are braying,
And praying for the water from the stone.
The night is falling grim along the hedges,
The wind is blowing strong and growing cold,
The river’s flowing deep into the eddies,
And rolling over tall and open falls.
And violins are crying out together,
In mourning for their grief they did atone,
But she’ll never leave me drinking in the moonlight,
And she’ll never leave me broken and lone.
I got so many strings holding me to tether,
And whether on the beach or on the road,
There’s just no way that I could live without her,
I doubt she’ll ever know just what I owed.
And maudlin berrers stall the wisps of daybreak,
And their leash is on a beast that yet to’ve flown,
But she’ll never leave me drinking in the moonlight,
And she’ll never leave me broken and alone.
She’ll never leave me drinking in the moonlight,
And she’ll never leave me broken and alone.