I used to love the mortician's daughter We drew our hearts on the dusty coffin lids I grieve tonight over this letter My tears dissolve an image from the careful link Her father stands in the open door, he's waitin' for her There's a storm blowin' across the lake, it's late summer On the broken step is a cardboard box full of wilted flowers She whispers in my burnin' ear, "it doesn't matter" I used to love the mortician's daughter We rolled in the warm grass by the bardyard fence Her skin so white the first leaf's fallen This long forgotten night I am there again Her father stands in the open door, he's waitin' for her There's a ribbon printed with last respects flowin' down the gutter And the rain comes in and she drops my hand she's turnin', laughin' And I used to love the mortician's daughter I used to love the mortician's daughter We drew our hearts on the dusty coffin lids There's a lonely dove out on the telephone wire I turn my head and she flies away