Her close friends have gathered.
  Lord, ain't it a shame
  Grieving together
  Sharing the blame.
  But when she was dying
  Lord, we let her down.
  There's no use cryin'
  It can't help her now.
  
  The party's all over
  Drink up and go home.
  It's too late to love her
  And leave her alone.
  
  Just say she was someone
  Lord, so far from home
  Whose life was so lonesome
  She died all alone
  Who dreamed pretty dreams
  That never came true
  Lord, why was she born
  So black and blue?
  Oh, why was she born
  So black and blue?