All Dead, All Dead

Singer: Queen (Brian May)
Written by: Brian May
Album: News of the World

She came without a farthing
A babe without a name
So much ado 'bout nothing
Is what she tried to say

So much ado, my lover
So many games we played
Through every fleeted summer
Through every precious day

All dead, all dead
All the dreams we had
And I wonder why I still live on

All dead, all dead
And alone I'm spared
My sweeter half instead all dead, and gone
All dead

All dead, all dead
At the rainbows end
And still I hear her own sweet song

All dead, all dead
Take me back again
You know my little friend's all dead, and gone

Her ways are always with me
I wander all the while
But please you must forgive me
I'm old but still a child

All dead, all dead
But I should not grieve
In time it comes to everyone

All dead, all dead
But in hope I breathe
Of course I don't believe you're dead, and gone
All dead, and gone