Gold 'round those fingers shone Bound for to carry home Fond of the flattest field But you know there are bones buried deep down below Tatted lace frail figure graced That has since been torn and stained Tatted lace frail figure graced That has since been torn and stained And put, and put so far away, Oh! So far away Novels we don't write Hearts been lost in fight Skin in the black of night Love is a sinking kite Tatted lace frail figure graced That has since been torn and stained Tatted lace frail figure graced That has since been torn and stained And put, and put so far away, Oh! So far away Gold 'round those fingers shone Bound for to carry home Suitcase filled with stone Snow keeps me alone Suitcase filled with stone Snow keeps me alone All alone