Of sorrow blue and clad in mist  Dancing midst the meadows of my dreams  My precious one my fallen beauty  Fallen beneath a dismal cloud  I recall that dreary morning  I ran to the shores of her eyes  I was there watching the seas  And it was all silent upon the sea  A candle caravan   The final stream of angel gleam  There was no farewell of solace  Before the caravan was gone  Of sorrow blue and clad in tears  Her cordial hands reach for me  My peaceful dream her soothing warmth  Fallen beneath a dismal cloud  I bow to her beautiful name  The flowers need not to be watered  These tears wont let the soil dry  Where her name is carved in stone  You were my core you were my soul  Lips of roses mane of gold  Intoxicated we lay entwined  I wore the carnal crown of sorrow  Blue and clad in soil  My mind still echoes from her songs  Earth and time are calling my name  Let me fall beneath this dismal cloud