Old love, old love, / How can I be true? / Shall I be faithless to myself / Or to you?

Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day.

Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?

Love in my heart is a cry forever Lost as the swallow's flight, Seeking for you and never, never Stilled by the stars at night

When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth.

My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.

One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me.