歌手:King Crimson
专辑:《Mr. Stormy\'s Monday Selections》


They bear him to his resting-place
In slow procession sweeping by;
I follow at a stranger's space;
His kindred they, his sweetheart I.
Unchanged my gown of garish dye,
Though sable-sad is their attire;
But they stand round with griefless eye,
Whilst my regret consumes like fire