Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head and as I climb into an empty bed. oh well, enough said. I know it's over, still I cling. I don't know where else I can go, over. And it never really began but in my heart it was so real. Love is natural and real but not for you, my love, not tonight my love. Love is natural and real but not for such as you and I, my love.