Dreary, Dreary (from “The Miserable Mill”) Songtext
von The Gothic Archies

Dreary, dreary
Dreary, dreary

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 cribbage)
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