[Verse 1] We had our day, but now its over We had our song, but now its sung We had our stroll through summers clover But summers gone now, our walkin is done [Verse 2] So tell me gently wholl be your lover? Wholl be your lover after Im gone? Will it be the moon that hears your sighin? Will it be the willow that hears your lonesome song? [Verse 3] Will it be the rain that clings to your bosom? Will it be the sunshine that dries your golden hair? Will it be the wind that warns of my returning? Will a rose be in your arms when I find you waitin there? [Verse 4] None but the rain shall cling to my bosom None but the moon shall hear my lonesome sigh None but the wind shall warn of your returning Fare thee well, my love, goodbye
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