Gone, gone, gone
Betcha didn’t know I’d be gone
For so long
Betcha didn’t know I’d done wrong
And all the cherry blossoms were swirling round your head
And soon your pretty blue eyes were red
Burn, oh burn
You watched your little playhouse burn
Oh, how you learn
When the wheel of your misfortune turns
And all the smoke and ashes were swirling round your head
And soon your pretty blue eyes were red
Oh, so red
And you think you must be dying from all those tears you bled
Oh, so red
Cold, so cold
So soon the summer wind turned so cold
Now you know
That everything that shines sure ain’t gold
And all the autumn leaves were swirling round your head
Blown like goodbye kisses so red
Oh, so red
And you think you must be dying from all those tears you bled
And you think you must be dying for your heart’s so sore and red
And I think you must be dying to see my cold, cold blood run red
Oh, so red