I've got her bonnet and her gloves and her shoes
In old tooth all her jewels and her dear diary
I can tell you all the books that she's kept in her room
Still I feel like I've hardly learned a thing

Don't you speak too low
She cannot hear you, yes you know
Still something in the weight of our things
Will not let us go

The heart it seeks a story like the eye looks for a face
Her lovely style, her crooked smile
Thеy once have filled this placе
What went away? What could I say?
All she ever loved is right here
In all the world, one little pearl
For the oyster's autobiography

Don't you speak too low
She cannot hear you, yes you know
Still something in the weight of our things
Will not let us go
Oh, something in the weight of our things
Will not let us go