The Night She Didn t Come Home

The freezing wind broke latches on the barn door,
The hound was howling at the empty sill.
I waited by the glass in that old dark bar,
Watching the dust on roads so bent and chill.
Her coat was left upon the wooden chair back,
And in the cup the bitter tea grew cold.
She walked away, and vanished down the black track,
Without a final parting to be told.

Припев
That was the night the heavy doors swung shut,
The night she didn’t come back home to me.
I sat and hoped until the morning cut,
That her soft step upon the boards would be.
But only shadows moved across the floor,
And that black train cried out from far away.


I mind her eyes, much darker than the deep soot,
Her quiet voice, just like an autumn leaf.
Now I am standing guard right where I put root,
Beneath this dreadful whistle and my grief.
And no one saw the way she took a stride,
Into the dark beyond the broken bridge.
She walked away, and like she plunged inside,
Leaving this silent house upon the ridge.

Припев
That was the night the heavy doors swung shut,
The night she didn’t come back home to me.
I sat and hoped until the morning cut,
That her soft step upon the boards would be.
But only shadows moved across the floor,
And that black train cried out from far away.


I loaded up my faithful Colt with lead.
This world no longer matters, nothing pleases,
Where I won't meet her pale face up ahead.


The night when she...
The night...
Alone in the dark.


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