He sits in a corner, smoking his cigar
It is burning, the lighter gave it life
But this lighter can't by far
Bring back his beautiful lost wife.
The tears that are running down his face
Might by mistake land on his cigar.
This will make it loose its grace
And won't even bring back his pretty little star.
Now he doesn't sit in the corner
And the cigars are not lit
There is no longer any mourner
And the tears have all been drown with him in a pit.
