Tell me, tell me, what's a man to do?
When the river runs dry over you
You said once, some time ago
Things work out as you grow old,
Sometimes life isn't very kind

To lose what is yours is a hard thing to face,
But keep on going with dignified grace
To shelter your soul and hide away the pain
Cheats only you, covers up the joy
That surely remains

Tell me, tell me, what's a man to do?
When the river runs dry over you
I walk through streets, and scattered leaves
Lay forgotten on the ground In nearby fields
With names on stones, iron gates surround
What's it like? Is it cold? Do you feel that I am near?
Oh by the way, I guess you know,
These flowers are just for you

To lose what is yours is a hard thing to face,
But keep on going with dignified grace
To shelter your soul and hide away the pain
Cheats only you, covers up the joy
That surely remains

Tell me, tell me, what's a man to do?
When the river runs dry without you

You said once, some time ago
Things work out as you grow old,
Sometimes life isn't very kind