Eva Valentin - The Empty Chair Lyrics

Falling shroud of February
Cup of tea in clasped old hands
Dusty gramophone in the corner of the room
Where his love used to stand

He resides in the English countryside
Far away from town
The day he lost his wife poured charade into his life
And ruins in his heart

Crumpled pack of cigarettes
Washed them down with bottles of gin
Hasn't danced like he did when they were young
Since she was home with him

He resides in the English countryside
Miles away from town
The day he lost his wife and the ending of his life
Could not have been less far apart

When they die, who can we talk to
Half-seas-over, now she's far away

Falling shroud of February
Cup of tea in no-one's hands
Empty chair in the corner of the room