Lament For the Lost

The day was cold and wet when Constance disappeared
They’d planned their wedding, but as that day had neared
One morning she was gone as if snatched away by magic
Johnny could but weep; he felt this loss so tragic

The day was cold and wet; they found here ‘neath the statue
Investigators found no clues. Dear girl, who could attack you
Johnny was brought in to identify the corpse
Afterwards he left, and he wept of course

Why did it have to end this way
We thought we would have happiness this time
Why was she taken away

The day was cold and wet that would have been their marriage
Became her funeral; they rode in separate carriage
They dug a six foot hole underneath the gargoyle
Laid her body down, and piled on the soil

Why did it have to end this way
We thought we would have happiness this time
Why was she taken away
Has all of our happiness died

The clods of dirt fall among the petals of the black roses
Teardrops