Stephin Merritt - Dreary, Dreary (from "The Miserable Mill") lyrics

Dreary, dreary Dreary, dreary Gone, gone, the girl in brocade Gone, the words we might have said Howl winds, because she is dead And gone, gone, gone Were teary, teary eyes once bright? Weary, sighs the tune Dreary, dreary falls the night And eerie light of the moon Dreary, dreary Dreary, dreary Gone, gone, my Beatrice Gone, the lips I longed to kiss Into a black and bleak abyss Gone, gone, gone (Gone are the summers of croquet and cribbage) Were teary, teary eyes once bright? Weary, sighs the tune (Gone, gone, are the winters of snow) Dreary, dreary falls the night And eerie light of the moon (Sigh, the secrets gone, too) Were teary, teary eyes once bright? Weary, sighs the tune (Silver springs, golden falls.) Dreary, dreary for all the night And eerie light of the moon Dreary, dreary Dreary, dreary