I married my wife on the day of the eclipse  Our friends awarded her courage with gifts  Now as the nights grow longer and the season shifts  I look to my sorrowful wife  Who is quietly tending her flowers  Who is quietly tending her .....      The water is high on the beckoning river  I made her a promise I could not deliver  And the cry of the birds sends a terrible shiver  Through me and my sorrowful wife  Who is shifting the furniture around  Who is shifting the furniture around      Now we sit beneath the knotted Yew  And the bluebells bob around our shoes  The task of remembering the telltale clues  Goes to my lovely, my sorrowful wife  Who is counting the days on her fingers      Who is counting the days on her .....  Come on and help me babe  Come on now  Help me babe  I was blind  The grass here grows long and high  Twists right up to the sky  White clouds roll on by  Come on now and help me babe  I was blind  I was a fool babe  I was blind  Come on now  A loose wind last night blew down  Black trees bent to the ground  Their blossoms made such a sound  That I could not hear myself think babe  Come on now  And help me babe  Help me now  I was blind  I was a fool