The morning dew coloured misty blue.
The morning air my throat does tear.
All around birds sing a dirge.
All around sadness does emerge.
My green eyes cry.
My heart does sigh.
Left all alone.
Left chilled to the bone.
Once a man who would help if he can.
Once a being who a happy future was seeing.
Now the morning dew is blue over you.
Now the morning air my throat does tear, and for life i no longer care.