Dreary, Dreary

Dreary, dreary

Dreary, dreary

Gone, gone, the girl in brocade

Gone, the words we might have said

Howl, winds, because she is dead

And gone, gone, gone

Were teary, teary eyes once bright?

Weary, sighs the tune

Dreary, dreary fall the night

And eerie light of the moon

Dreary, dreary

Dreary, dreary

Gone, gone, my Beatrice

Gone the lips I longed to kiss

Into a black and bleak abyss

Gone, gone, gone (Gone are the summers of croquet and cribbage)

Were teary, teary eyes once bright? (Gone, gone)

Weary, sighs the tune (Are the winters of)

Dreary, dreary fall the night (Snow)

And eerie light of the moon (Sigh, sing secrets)

Were teary, teary eyes once bright? (Gone, too)

Weary, sighs the tune (Silver springs, golden)

Dreary, dreary for all the night (Falls)

And eerie light of the moon

Dreary, dreary

Dreary, dreary