my misery exceeds all my hopes
i feel cross when alone
it aches to the bone
more than this i can not carry
i mourn the friends i've had to bury
time it is to cast out my hopes
i write them down then burn the notes
cast a dark shadow on the snow
what is it you wish too know
i'll find a dress of black sack cloth
i'll not sit and aid my sloth
i bring Her tea on bended knees
Her word is harsh and never please
it is my duty to serve
it is Hers to crush my nerves
i can be happy as a bee
when i crawl on bended knee