Weird Of Hermiston

Weird Of Hermiston - Jack Bruce

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 blackest 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 cool my fears

That I'm not going with you

No

Skies are no longer a comfort

Leaves turning black with the autumn

The corn is hung down

With the heaviest weight that I'm feeling

I'm going to a funeral

I'm going to a funeral 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