From the recording The First Loss


Here comes my love
with sorrow at her side.
Here she comes again,
no place left to hide.
The closet in her mind
filled with life gone by
it torutures her by day
then haunts her late at night.

Yes, here comes my love
wandering to me.
She holds herself so tight.
Her secrets she will keep.
Angels in the sky
are only hers to see.
She speaks to them by name
in a world that's not for me.

And I would comfort her
every night and day.
I would sit with her
and chase her fears away.
I wold take my love
and put her somewhere safe.
Then I would take a rose
to remind me of her face.

Here comes my love,
here comes my love...
There goes my love,
there goes my love...