Tragedy - Bette Midler

Wind storm, comes the sound

From the stars my dark has come

You’ve gone from me

Whoa, tragedy

Mmm, tragedy

Whoa, come back.

Help me here

Call me my love, love.

Be sincere

You’ve gone, you’ve gone

You’ve gone from me

Whoa, tragedy

Whoa, tragedy

Like smoke from a fire of love, love, love

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Our dreams have all gone

A fire.

Ooo-oo-oo-ooh

Blown by wind, kissed by snow

All that’s left is the dark

We know you’ve gone from me

Whoa-oo-oo-oo-o-o-hy?

Tragedy

Yeah, yeah, yeah