I’ve already mourned your loss, I would cry and sing “Eli Lama Sabachthani” The night you suddenly left Not accepting that cross Sure of one thing Whatever there may have done it It’s not fate, it’s a theft We've been robbed of a hundred adjectives I could find suited Your Illustrious Grace And a good dozen "plate contredanses" And what specially grieves and brings saddness to my face Is the loss of my chances Just to make you smile Playing a fool and sing And it’s been a while Since I’ve sung anything So, here's a song which plots Your comeback “Against all odds”
