There's the widow
Oh, oh, there's the widow
She's wearing black
All dressed in black
Graves
Stacked up to space
Another man
Falls to her grace
Complain
Tell it to the wind
It will stay the same
I wonder who wins
No she won't take me
Don't she wonder way the night
Don't she know that it ain't right
To leave a boy
Without his guiding light
I just cannot believe
That she cannot conceive
Of the man that I've become
No, she don't know me