She came walking through the meadow
with a lantern in her hand
she peered over the hedge rows
searching for her man
She said "His name is John B. Wylder
and he left three days ago
I awoke one Sunday morning
and found myself this note
It reads I love you Damiana
but there's somewhere I must go
you see the good lord has called me
to his gathering of souls
There will be times when you will miss me
but please don't call my name
for no more shall I answer
for this is my dying day

Don't be blue Damiana
Don't be sad sweet Diane
I feel all the pain within you
but you don't know who I am

She weeps over her lover
and all the time that's lost
She's still carrying his family name
She's still carrying his cross
as she walks back to her cottage
the one that they called home
and she stays up with the light on
for she cannot sleep alone

And she's going through his paintings
his poetry and rhymes
She finds a poem called "Damiana"
and she reads it in her mind

I love you Damiana
and I built for you this home
where every night I'll lay beside you
and you'll never be alone

She's going through her diary
and she reads of better days
and she finds a flower he gave her
pressed between the page
She turns to find his photo
that he slipped into her book
and her heart grows cold and heavy
for he was giving her that look

Please don't cry Damiana
Please don't cry sweet Diane
for I'd take you from your sorrow
but you don't know who I am

Late one night out in the meadow
I saw a lantern light
and I knew twas Damiana
still pondering her plight
So I followed from a distance
but the light was growing small
when a shot rang out in horror
and I saw... that lantern fall

I love you Damiana
I love you sweet Diane
I would answer to your beacon
but you don't know who I am
I love you Damiana
I love you sweet Diane
I would answer to your beacon
but you don't know who I am