Weird Of Hermiston

I'm going to a wedding I'm going to a wedding dressed in black I'm going to a party Going to a party won't be back And I'm not going with you No Trees are no longer a comfort messages sad in the wires My hair is hung down with the bleakest of rain that I'm feeling I'm going to the river I'm going to the river wash my tears I'm going to the mountains Going to the mountains cooly fears That I'm not going with you No Skies are no longer a comfort leaves turning back in the autumn The corn is hung down with the heaviest rain that I'm feeling I'm going to a fun'ral I'm going to a fun'ral dressed in white I'm going to a nightclub Going to a nightclub to sleep with night And I'm not going with you No Love is no longer a comfort Fantastic times are forgotten My heart is hung down with the saddest of rain that I'm feeling --- Weird of Hermiston - Jack Bruce