Go tell my friends for me
That I'm not comming back,
Go tell the gang for me
That I can dance no more,
Go tell the ones I love
That I have gone on home,
I'm walking in the graveyard now
And I am all alone,
And I'll be gone before the leaves
Begin to fall again,
They're rushing up and down the stairs
The bed is wide and soft,
But I lie still and oh so cold
Because my mother's gone,
Will I soon see her simple face?
I have no dreams or faith,
I wish that I could make a song
That tells how good it's been
I had the stage, I had the light,
The music was the tale,
But things are tinged with purple now
And these sad notes I play
I wait until the autumn comes
And I will be no more.