Christ

I didn’t love her quite enough so she left
I once had her sweet sincerity, yes I’m bereft
And when did she obtain that wandering eye
Oh Christ, won’t you take my hand and be there when I’m waking
Oh Christ, She’s not with me now, so grant me with some sleep
She, sailed away to the southern hemisphere
So pity me for I won’t feel her tears upon my shoulder
I fear as I grow older, the contours of her face will disappear from my mind