Day after day the days are gone,
Abandoning the life behind.
In the yard of the broken hearted man,
No flowers grow, the grass is burned.
The tree is dead, it won't be green again.
There'll only grow on it this man's pain.
His house's walls all for of them
Are sheltering just the absence
Where are his friends, they have all gone
And took with them both laughter an song.
Where are his friends, they have all gone
And took with them both laughter and song.
At times some tears would come to rain upon
The memories of wilted grass
Which sun could come now and reheat
The days to come or days that passed?
His house's walls all for of them
Are sheltering just the absence
Where are his friends, they have all gone
And took with them both laughter an song.
Where are his friends, they have all gone
And took with them both laughter an song.
Day after day the days are gone,
Abandoning the life behind.