You'll Get No More of Me
As you go from me you want all that's left The last thread of pride in my heart 'Til you've wrung the last teardrop from my eye You won't be satisfied. So take your cold unloving heart Your eyes too blinded to see You've never found the door to this heart of mine You'll get no more of me. You wrecked my heart like a cruel winter storm Bending my branches so low Oh your wayward heart and your tortured soul Leave no memory worthy to hold. So I'll take back my heart from the willow bough I'll hang my tears out to dry I'll hang my head in sorrow no more And no more tears will I cry.