Dreary, Dreary - The Gothic Archies

Gone, gone, the girl in brocade

Gone, the words we might have said

Howl winds, because she is dead

And gone, gone, gone

Where teary, teary eyes once bright

Weary, sighs the tune

Dreary, dreary for all the night

And eerie light of the moon

Dreary, dreary

Dreary, dreary

Gone, gone, my Beatrice

Gone, the lips I longed to kiss

Into a black and bleak abyss

Gone, gone, gone

(Gone are the summers of croquet and cabbage)

Where teary, teary eyes once bright

Weary, sighs the tune

(Gone, gone, are the winters of snow)

Dreary, dreary for all the night

And eerie light of the moon

(Sigh, the secrets gone, too).

Where teary, teary eyes once bright

Weary, sighs the tune

(Silver springs, golden falls.)

Dreary, dreary for all the night

And eerie light of the moon

Dreary, dreary

Dreary, dreary