In a Tin Flask
But I'll keep a light on beside my bed
The pillow soft and the blanket warm
I have walked the old winding road
Has anybody seen a love alone as mine
Searched her grave and across the plains
Beneath the sea but I still can't find her
Has anybody seen my queen of grace
I can't remember when she left
Without her to hold what use are my arms
Can somebody point the way
I have walked that old winding road
Has anybody seen a love alone like mine
Searched her grave and across the plains
Beneath the sea but I still can't find her
I can't remember why she left
I just know she's far away
And I won't find her in the corner
In a tin flask from my coat
Writer/s: Pall A. Jenkins