All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die; And youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by |
And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves
Interlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlight To divide us forever. |
I love you, what star do you live on? |
Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead. |
Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know |