The Poorest Waltz Lyrics - My Dying Bride

Across the cedar covered river 

Within the night that covers them 

Up the hill toward dark gates 

An approach so sweet yet again 

Proffer the sightless with wine 

Crank the old gramophone 

To go up and dance with the blind girls 

A secret so holy and dire 

To waltz in the arms of innocence 

Hushed delights from the choir 

Shadows long and playful 

Cast with broken old candles 

Gowns worn and stressed 

Yet graceful in tired old sandals 

Strike up the scratchy old music 

Tonight they won't dance alone 

Alas, the music does fade 

Back to the village they creep 

And leave the sanatorium 

Its bars and rules, Just so