I was just a common man with little mouths to feed, a farmer’s son with rugged hands and a young mentality. tattered shoes and frosty nights were all I had to mind, when you swayed your comely hands across my crooked spine. we would walk about the world with our hearts pumped so bright, an overflow of color on the canvas of the night. carrying our memories stretched upward towards the sky, two pieces born upon a star placed gently way up high. now its not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight. now I’m not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight. early in the morning light you left our house to see, what truly made the roots grow deep and the sunlight come to be. gathering your belongings your coat and scarf and beads, your shape immersed in ash and mist and captured by the trees. daylight fell and rose again and seasons passed with time, but still your outline failed to reach through these eyelids of mine. I will wait for your return for my life won’t abide, and I become one with the land and carry on the tide. now its not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight. now I’m not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight. now its not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight. now I’m not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight. oh my dear, won’t you be fine? oh my dear, won’t you be mine? just to see your face one time. I hope hope, oh dear be fine. oh, its not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight. oh, I’m not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight. oh, its not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight. oh, I’m not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight. oh my dear, won’t you be fine? oh my dear, won’t you be mine? just to see your face one time. I will hope, oh dear be kind. oh my dear... well its not fine, I won’t bid my love goodnight.