Loveless - Preacher Boy

Walking by the lake

Lighting fires along the shore

That the geese that used to winter here

Don’t need anymore

And it’s November third

And the snow is on the ground

And a letter in the mail confirms

They’ve laid a lover down

Oh so sad to be loveless

Oh so sad to be loveless

Oh such a shame to be loveless

Oh so strange to be loveless

The forest is still

Save for the sound of the trembling trees

And prayrs that have lost their way

And their impostrs in the breeze

A lake for the winter to kill

A sun for someone to deny

An axe to leave its cold red kiss

Where a love has knelt to die

Oh so sad to be loveless

Oh so sad to be loveless

Oh such a shame to be loveless

Oh so strange to be loveless

Bones glow in the water

A legend, a laborer’s song

Crows have walked this snow, I know

Though the wind says that they’re gone

The bones of spring are buried

Beneath the wake of white November’s oar

A lover spills a tear and watches the circles spread

Until they die against the shore

Oh so sad to be loveless

Oh so sad to be loveless

Oh such a shame to be loveless

Oh so strange to be loveless