Christ - Hefner

I didn’t love her quite enough so she left

I once had her sweet sincerity, yes I’m bereft

And when did she obtain that wandering eye

Oh Christ, won’t you take my hand and be there when I’m waking

Oh Christ, She’s not with me now, so grant me with some sleep

She, sailed away to the southern hemisphere

So pity me for I won’t feel her tears upon my shoulder

I fear as I grow older, the contours of her face will disappear from my mind