And he buys a dozen roses
And he brings them to her door
Then he walks into her parlour
And presents them to the pillow
And he says, these pretty flowers
They are all for you, my dear
You know that I still do love you
And I really care
He's smiling but he's crying
He is hurting deep inside
He's been that way
Ever since the day
His woman, his best friend died
So he lies down each and every night
In a bed of tears
He pretends he still holds her tight
But the pillow is all that's there
He knows the ashes in the pillow
Doesn't know what's going on
But he refuse to believe
That she is really gone
And he goes to the restaurant
Puts the pillow on the chair
And he says, this seat is taken
My woman's sitting there
And he orders up a meal for her
But he refuse to take a bite
Until she's had her food to eat
So he'll go hungry all night
He refuse to see another lover
Til he's full satisfied
They are not still together
And she's no longer by his side
He takes the vial of ashes
The remains of her soul
And put it in the pillow
So he can always have her to hold