Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Widow Weeds, artist - Marc Almond. Album song Enchanted, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 28.05.1990
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
Widow Weeds |
She draped herself in widow weeds |
Veil of black and buttoned sleeves |
Hid her face from the world |
A shadow where once had been a girl |
Her husband of past twenty years |
Had passed away leaving her in tears |
Heart full of the future’s fears |
She kneels beside his grave |
Where should be colour every day |
Just widow weeds, her friends all say |
«Please stop your tears and throw away |
Those widow weeds of black and grey» |
Then she did wail a chilling sound |
Beat her fists and hit the ground |
She moaned his name, she pulled her hair |
She chanted verse and muttered prayer |
How could a man so just, so good |
Leave her a widow like he could |
Where should be colour every day |
Just widow weeds, her friends all say |
«Please stop your tears and throw away |
Those widow weeds of black and grey» |
And deep within chador of lace |
The deep etched sorrow on her face |
This Madonna in her cowl of grief |
Subservient in her belief |
Then came the reading of the will |
Grief had hold within her still |
But unable to believe her ears |
She stopped her sobbing, halted tears |
Not a penny, not a pound |
No provision to be found |
Not a thought of recognition |
The will was read with cold precision |
Anger jumped up in her breast |
Well maybe this was for the best |
Even as the will was blessed |
She tore away her veil |
Tears of rage to tears of joy |
No more grief from Death’s envoy |
No more weeping, gnashing teeth |
No more prostrate with grief |
She thought he loved her |
So sure he loved her |
She thought he loved her |
So sure he loved her |
But all his treasure all his wealth |
Just signify love for himself |
Just signify love for himself |
The chador fell unto the earth |
Witness a woman’s rebirth |
Witness a woman’s rebirth |
She exorcised Grief’s ugly demon |
With a new found sense of freedom |
Where should be colour every day |
Just widow weeds, now she can say |
She stopped her tears and threw away |
Those widow weeds of black and grey |