Ashen and gaunt,
you look like you have seen a ghost who has come to haunt,
yes, you are as white as a sheet,
and frightened by what I am not sure,
by what I am not sure,
but you look ashen and gaunt,
and you have tears in your eyes,
but from whence did they come?
For you are like a storm to me,
and crying endlessly,
and blurting out your pain so rapidly,
and you sob unendingly to me,
and tidal waves of tears oh, how they come,
yes, tidal waves of tears they come again,
and again and again in the morning sun,
and I hold you, and you are in pieces,
and I will do my best,
I will do my best to ease your worries,
until the evening comes,
until the evening comes,
for you are dear to me,
and I have no wish to see you in such pain,
I have no wish but here come those tears again,
and again, in a never-ending refrain,
and I just want to take away your pain,
but you are ashen,
ashen and gaunt,
and you look like you have seen a ghost,
who has come to haunt,
and I hope in time you will explain,
and I can begin to help ease your pain,
a difficult task, but I will do my best,
and I will be here to the end,
to the end of the day and by night,
I hope we will have chased it away,
I hope we will have chased the pain away my friend.
