Dear John,
(always wanted to start a letter like that)
I quite agree that it is generally impossible to have a writers original thoughts in your head and you have to construct your own picture. You seem to go along with the did support her line of his love being dead. I favour the black stones being merely a local feature of Kilkenny and this sad individual lamenting missed opportunity( the would or will support her version)

Any way up, sing it like you believe it.
Robbie