Let's drink to those who mourn.
Song
1. Let's drink to the one who is grieving, ; Whose tears flow to the ground, ; Behold, mine washes a stream, ; In whom my baby washes a healing balm. ; ; 2. It's not like it used to be, ; Not that sun shines in the sky, ; Not that sun, not that moon, ; Not that lover who was. ; ;