I’m leaving my lover to the crows and buzzards
I can see them circling the hill where she lay
Well I wish her well on her trip to hell
And I suppose that I’ll be seein’ her there some day
For 14 years there was no doubt
That by my side is where she’d always stay
But in one night’s time she has broken my mind
Left me with no choice ‘cept the one I make today
With my shovel in my hand and my heart in my throat
And my lover beside me on the ground
I confess to her my undying love
She just lays there and doesn’t make a sound
I’m leaving my lover to the crows and buzzards
I can see them circling the hill where she lay
Well I wish her well on her trip to hell
And I suppose that I’ll be seein’ her there some day
You know I will
For fourteen nights I have cried myself
Into a frenzy, into a deep blue shade
‘til sleep is just a memory and the circles all around my eyes
Leave me sitting here sobbin’ on my spade
And the ghosts around my bed, they will never be seen
But all night long they whisper round my head
And they tell me a story I know too well
About a love I had that is now truly dead
And I’m leaving my lover to the crows and buzzards
I can see them circling the hill where she lay
Well I wish her well on her trip to hell
And I suppose that I’ll be seein’ her there some day
I suppose
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Lyrics submitted by Joe Black.