She’s Gone

She's gone, gone
Gone up in smoke
And she's not gon'na choke
Sad as
As it may seem

Eyes
As the golden grass
To believe that she lives

Hands
As the widow's scarf

Yes, she's gone my love has gone

And her eyes
As the golden grass
To believe that she's

Gone, gone
Gone-up in smoke
And this time it's no joke

She flies, she's in a dream
Dream
Dream
Dream