Down amongst the sorrows,
Amidst the muck and mire,
Where naught and trouble grows
And love waits to expire.
Where a lover's blue eyes
Can quickly turn black.
There, love is a lie
You can never retract.

Down amongst the sorrows,
Where I found myself ensnared,
I felt as if the gallows
And rope await me there.
But the executioner's smile
Was as beautiful as the sea,
For the hand that held the rope
Was of she that once held me.