THE GODDESS

‘  What now, my love, now there is nothing? Only my last goodbye ’

‘  What now, my love, now that you're gone? I'd be a fool to go on and on No one would care, no one would cry, If I should live or die ’

‘  What now, my love, now that it's over? ’

‘  I walk the night, oh, without a goal. Stripped of my heart, my soul. What now, my love, now that it's over? ’

‘  Once I could see, once I could feel. Now I'm numb, I've become unreal  ’

‘  What now, my love, now that you left me? How can I live through another day Watching my dreams turn into ashes and all my hopes into bits of clay?  ’

‘  I got flowers in the spring, I got you to wear my ring And when I'm sad, you're a clown And if I get scared, you're always around’

‘  Babe, I got you babe, I got you babe’

‘  Babe, I got you babe, I got you babe’

‘  They say our love won't pay the rent  -  Before it's earned, our money's all been spent I guess that's so, we don't have a pot, But at least I'm sure of all the things we got’

‘  They say we're young and we don't know, we won't find out until we grow. Well I don't know if all that's true, 'Cause you got me, and baby I got you’

‘  I never had schoolin' but he taught me well with his smooth southern style, three months later I'm a gal in trouble and I haven't seen him for a while, uh-huh. I haven't seen him for a while, uh-huh’

‘  Picked up a boy just south of mobile gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal I was sixteen, he was twenty-one rode with us to Memphis and papa woulda shot him if he knew what he'd done ’

‘  Gypsy's, tramps, and thieves. We'd hear it from the people of the town, they'd call us gypsy's, tramps, and thieves. But every night all the men would come around and lay their money down ’

‘   I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show my mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could  -  Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good ’

‘   And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me! ’

‘   And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me, and all my grave will warmer, sweeter be, For you will bend and tell me that you love me, ’