Would that I could.

Would that I could bury my heart fifty fathoms deep.
So that no one could hear my heart weep.
Would that the river grant me eternal rest
From the pain caused by she whom I loved best.
But the great good has not seen fit to salve my tortured soul
So onwards I cry, onwards I go
Into the the remainder of my life, my life's winter blow.
To walk the lonely winding road forever alone.