Widow Weeds Lyrics - Marc Almond

She draped herself in widow weeds 

Veil of black and buttoned sleeves 

Hid her face from the world 

A shadow where once had been a girl 

Her husband of past twenty years 

Had passed away leaving her in tears 

Heart full of the future's fears 

She kneels beside his grave 

Where should be colour every day 

Just widow weeds, her friends all say 

"please stop your tears and throw away 

Those widow weeds of black and grey" 

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Then she did wail a chilling sound 

Beat her fists and hit the ground 

She moaned his name, she pulled her hair 

She chanted verse and muttered prayer 

How could a man so just, so good 

Leave her a widow like he could 

Where should be colour every day 

Just widow weeds, her friends all say 

"please stop your tears and throw away 

Those widow weeds of black and grey" 

And deep within chador of lace 

The deep etched sorrow on her face 

This madonna in her cowl of grief 

Subservient in her belief 

Then came the reading of the will 

Grief had hold within her still 

But unable to believe her ears 

She stopped her sobbing, halted tears 

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Not a penny, not a pound 

No provision to be found 

Not a thought of recognition 

The will was read with cold precision 

Anger jumped up in her breast 

Well maybe this was for the best 

Even as the will was blessed 

She tore away her veil 

Tears of rage to tears of joy 

No more grief from death's envoy 

No more weeping, gnashing teeth 

No more prostrate with grief 

She thought he loved her 

So sure he loved her 

She thought he loved her 

So sure he loved her 

But all his treasure all his wealth 

Just signify love for himself 

Just signify love for himself 

The chador fell unto the earth 

Witness a woman's rebirth 

Witness a woman's rebirth 

She exorcised grief's ugly demon 

With a new found sense of freedom 

Where should be colour every day 

Just widow weeds, now she can say 

She stopped her tears and threw away 

Those widow weeds of black and grey