She grew roses in her garden
With all the petals and birds
Songs wept from her bombardon

She’s looking for a lover
And then happiness will come
She’s looking for a lover
And then happiness will come
the death of her dear mother
Joy, buried under the sun

She hears a sweet harp playing
Mournful Tunes from his sad soul
She hears a sweet harp playing
Mournful tunes from his sad soul






Blues lyrics introduce him
The newspaper boy named Cole

His small grey eyes lookin’ down
She sees him on street corners
His small grey eyes lookin’ down
She sees him on street corners
Finding love in his sadness
Together Fellow mourners

Playing music they create
No longer do their hearts ache
Playing music they create
No longer do their hearts ache
From the shore she sings to him
He is drowning in the lake