Goodbye, Lonesome Beauty

Music and lyrics by Whitney Smith, ©1998, SOCAN

Oh, Lord of my Lord! Oh, Poet! Oh, Priest!

Oh, lay me down, whisper, come calm this great beast.

The smoke in the chapel has drifted outside -

"The city's on fire," sang the boys in the choir,

"Please bring this poor body and lay it inside."

Oh, Lord of my Lord! Oh, Poet! Oh, Priest!

These fingers are bleeding in the dough and the yeast.

My evening has melted, it no longer cares!

My world for a letter! Please, sick heart get better!

Come see me in the room at the top of the stairs.

Love took me fishing, my clothes are still damp.

I bought me a lover for the price of a stamp.

My love has gone fishing, he came and he sent

Me to Heaven. Goodbye, Lonesome Beauty,

Wherever you went.

Oh, Lord of my Lord! Oh, Poet! Oh, Priest!

Your smile was the sunlight that shone in the east.

These passions, these habits, did rise up and die -

They had their own reasons, like prisons and seasons.

These crumbs can be eaten and the bird can now fly.

(OPTIONAL VERSE)

Oh, Lord of my Lord! Oh, Poet! Oh, Priest!

Today is the day of the damned and deceased.

The bird at my window has offered me bread,

I’m pale and I’m starving but the hand keeps on carving

The words that you left me are starting to spread.

Love took me fishing, my clothes are still damp.

I bought me a lover for the price of a stamp.

My love has gone fishing, he came and he sent

Me to Heaven. Goodbye, Lonesome Beauty,

Wherever you went.