Shadow on a Harvest Moon

Let me tell you about this torch I carry
 It's not much of a career
 And it won't make my fortune I fear
 But it stays alight and won't be buried
 It's brighter year-by-year
 And someday it will surely disappear
 When it does I'll know I've laid to rest
 The ghost of your unhappiness
 That flits around from room to room
 A widow on a honeymoon
 A shadow on a harvest moon
 So put away this torch you carry
 For it's doing you no good
 And surely you know by now that you should
 And come the day you die or marry
 Will you be understood
 When you say that you wanted but never could
 Turn your back and lay to rest
 The ghost of your unhappiness
 That flits around from room to room
 A widow on a honey moon
 A shadow on a harvest moon
 I write these words to make them true,
 "I've drowned my torch and so should you."