Oh my love, he was a dreamer.  In his dreams I’d still abide.  In his thoughts I’d kiss him nightly as I’d lay down by his side.  Oh my love was a believer, he hung a cross above his bed.  Spilled his heart to loving Jesus in the hopes he’d raise the dead.  Cause I left him with his longing when I laid my burdens down, and we won’t be reunited until they lay him in the ground.  Oh my love became a drifter, wandering down that lonesome road searching for a love that left him just to bear a heavy load.  Oh my love became a liar, would hide the truth to stop the pain that his love had gone before him and would not come home again.  Cause I left him with his longing when I laid my burdens down, and we won’t be reunited until they lay him in the ground.  Oh my love became a martyr.  He couldn’t fight it, though he tried.  He put a gun up to his temple, pulled the trigger and he died.  Cause I left him with his longing when I laid my burdens down, and now we’re reunited, for they’ve laid him in the ground.