All Dead, All Dead - Remastered 2011

Lyricist: MAY, BRIAN HAROLD    Composer: MAY, BRIAN HAROLD

She came without a farthing, a babe without a name
So much ado about nothing, is what she'd try to say
So much ado my lover, so many games we played
Through every fleeted summer, through every precious day

All dead, all dead, all the dreams we had
And I wonder why I still live on
All dead, all dead, and alone I'm spared
My sweeter half instead, all dead
And gone, all dead

All dead, all dead, at the rainbow's end
And still I hear her own sweet song
All dead, all dead, take me back again
You know my little friend's, all dead
And gone

Her ways are always with me, I wander all the while
But please you must forgive me, I am old but still a child

All dead, all dead, but I should not grieve
In time it comes to everyone
All dead, all dead, but in hope I breathe
Of course I don't believe
You're dead, and gone
All dead, and gone