Lilacs blossom just as sweet 
now my heart is shattered 
if I bowl it down the street 
who´s to say it mattered 
if there´s one that rode away 
what would I be missing 
lips that taste of tears they say 
are the best kissing 

Eyes that watch the morning star 
seem a little brighter 
arms held out to darkness are 
usually whiter 
shall I bar the strolling guest 
bind my brow with willow 
when they say the empty breast 
is the softer pillow 

That a heart falls tinkling down 
never think it ceases 
every likely lad in town 
gathers up the pieces 
if there´s one gone whistling by 
would I let it grieve me? 
Let him wonder if I lie 
let him half believe me