Cry your sweet tears plenty.
Drop them gently in a jar.
Stir them into coffee black,
With tastes of a cigar.
Forget the forgotten promise,
The coward that you knew.
Strange bits of magic,
Won’t bring him home to you.
Cry your sweet tears plenty.
Drop them gently in a jar.
Stir them into coffee black,
With tastes of a cigar.
Forget the forgotten promise,
The coward that you knew.
Strange bits of magic,
Won’t bring him home to you.