she’s lost to me like a morning
you wake too late to discover
she’s lost like the sun 'neath the ocean
to shine upon another
she’s lost to me like a cold ember
now she burns in another man’s fire
and blessed be the one who has taken
the thing I most desire
sweet be the wine that they’re tasting
and long dwell the toast in their ears
and loud ring the swell of those marriage bells
to drown my raging tears