She walked into the kitchen where most mornings would begin
Put her hands down on the counter, streched her fingers long and thin
Drug her eyes across the wall to where he hung his mandolin
And she whispered out the count like she was whispering it to him
Mourning song, mourning song
You were always on my mind, even though I am now gone
I taught you these four chords so you could sing your mourning song
He was not much of a singer, there was shrapnel in his sound
Always ready with a zinger that could burn the whole place down
The love was undefinable, no beginning and no end
Like so many ancient secrets blowing in the wind
Mourning song, mourning song
You were always on my mind, even though I am now gone
I taught you these four chords so you could sing your mourning song
The walls tumbling, gates are opening
Sorrow in the window, sorrow will not win
From the morning through the evening of each and every day
Wildness to wisdom, from the gold on through the grey
From the songs of newborn babies to those who failed along the way
I have loved you and I will find you, now please sing me on my way
With your mourning song, mourning song
Pardon me if I'm sentimental, you were always strong
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