Don’t sing love songs, you’ll wake my mother
She’s sleeping here right by my side
And in her right hand a silver dagger
She says that I can’t be your bride

“All men are false”, says my mother
“They’ll tell you wicked, lovin’ lies
The very next evening, they’ll court another
Leave you alone to pine and sigh”

My daddy is a handsome devil
He’s got a chain five miles long
And on every link a heart does dangle
Of another maid he’s loved and wronged

Go court another tender maiden
And hope that she will be your wife
For I’ve been warned, and I’ve decided
To sleep alone all of my life.

He’s gone
He’s gone

She wears her jeans torn at the waistband.
Her pretty face is stained with tears.
And in her right hand she clasps a letter
I know this means that he has gone.

And in this town of mis-guided tourists,
She never thought she’d fall in love.
It was a few days after her birthday,
The thrill hostess gave her first kiss.

He said her skin smelled just like petals,
Said stupid things he knew she’d like.

She said her life was like a motorway:
Dull, grey, and long ’til he came along. 

He’s gone, he’s gone.

I said “How could he ever leave you?
You two were good, you were so right.”
She said “I wish that he just left me;
He’d be alive, alive tonight.”

He’s gone, he’s gone.
He’s gone, he’s gone.
He’s gone, he’s gone.