This old classic tickled my fancy because in all the lyrics of all the many different versions, the singer talks about their lover being dead in the first verse, and then talks about the deceased in the present tense in the second verse (“He can search the whole wide world over, he’ll never find a sweet woman like me”). Weird, right? So is the lover really dead? Or are they just dead to the singer? Interpreting it as the latter, I decided to sing it with a smidge more venom like I was mourning the death of a relationship, rather than mourning the death of a lover.