Like a withering tree all alone
On the edge of a dark, sullen bay
An eerie melody sounds, a phantom
That follows the wind, and sways
And sways

Like a lone trumpet it calls to the night
On the edge of a dark, sullen bay
A cursed tune whispers, an omen
That forebodes doom, and death’s way
Death’s way

Like the biting darkness of midwinter
On the edge of a dark, sullen bay
A wretched hum swindles, a tale
That slowly sucks the marrow out, of the day
The day

Like forgotten ashes that once scorched the land
On the edge of a dark, sullen bay
A miserable cry kindles, a light
That freezes yet burns, as it may
As it may

And at last the lips turn blue
Turn blue
And life lingers only to kiss goodbye
To the song and to you.