On Melancholy’s edge
Our time of Joy has slipped on by,
And our ignorance was bliss.
Now I write this ode with teary eyes,
As I think back and reminisce.
Oh! The pain as I am leaving you,
It drills deep into my soul.
Your pleas I hear and my head throbs too,
but your cries pay the heaviest toll.
Your sundipped face in the Clair de lune,
That subtle smile, that gentle hand.
The sweet song ends in bitter tune,
For I've flown across to another land.
Home is where the heart is,
So I smile, for that’s bloody true.
Well i’ve spent all there is to give
But my heart belongs to you.