Lyrics

[Verse 1] I never wrote you a love song Somehow words could not express what I needed to say And so I never wrote you a love song And now it's much, much too late 'cause you've gone away [Chorus] But I will build this monument To remember all the love we once had And I'll close my eyes and make it how it used to be I swear I never stopped loving you with everything I am And it hurts so much to think you stopped loving me You stopped loving me [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] So I wish that I'd had written you a love song And somehow you understood what it feels to be me Because the Angel loves the spirit forever And does it unconditionally [Chorus] But I will build this monument To remember all the love we once had And I'll close my eyes and make it how it used to be I swear I never stopped loving you with everything I am And it hurts so much to think you stopped loving me You stopped loving me [Excerpt spoken from La Belle Dame sans Merci] I met a lady in the meads Full beautiful --- a faery's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light And her eyes were wild I made a garland for her head And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She look'd at me as she did love And made sweet moan I set her on my pacing steed And nothing else saw all day long; For sideways would she lean, and sing A faery's song She found me roots of relish sweet And honey wild, and manna dew; And sure in language strange she said 'I love thee true.' She took me to her elfin grot And there she wept and sighed full sore And there I shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four And there she lulled me asleep And there I dream'd --- ah! woe betide! --- The latest dream I ever dreamt On the cold hill side I saw pale kings, and princes too Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried --- 'La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!' I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide And I awoke, and found me here On the cold hill side And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering; Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake And no birds sing