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Album: Hymns For The Hopeless

Label: Southern Records

Lyrics:

In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine

she's been gone for nearly a year

The river would overflow

if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear

It was the year of ought one and our life had begun

no perils could make us distraught

Together we stood through bad and through good

no hardships that couldn't be fought

She fell ill one dark winter's night

and before too long the passed

It would prove to be true my whole life through

that nothing good would last

It all ended that day when I saw her ride away

in the back of that long black hearse

I remember so well my personal hell

began on this here Earth

I've half the heart I used to have and half the will to go on

I've got half a mind to drink myself blind

now that my darlin' is gone

Now the winter's teeth are biting down

and it chills me to the bone

To think about that cold mattress

and sleeping all alone

So now I know what I must do

the path ahead of me is clear

I must join her now wherever she's at

'cause I ain't doin' no good here