We had our day but now it's over We had our song but now it's sung We had our stroll through summers clover But summer's gone now, our walkin's done
So tell me gently who be your lover Who be your lover after I'm gone Will it be the moon that hears your sighin' Will it be the willow that hears your lonesome song
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
None but the rain should cling to my bosom None but the moon should hear my lonesome sigh None but the wind should warn of your returning Fare thee well, my love, good-bye
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