With a travelers heart you lead me
So far but still I stand
At the moment where you first reached out
For me to take your hand
Your lips, poisoned satin
intoxicated my soul like wine
And drunk from all your inchantment
I wore the dress that made you mine
And in that silent room,
where pain springs forth from pain
My bitterness engulfs me
The wedding gown, once soft white shame
Now yellowed with time and laced with pain
But still it hangs, and still I cling to my love,
My soft white dream
And that dress, that yellowed dress
in a bitter room will forever hang