The love of my so weary life is gone,

A day ago left me alone in rain;

So done was I, a girl whose heart shat on;

Not then did I think I could stand the pain;

How lovely was the one who left me there,

How soft his face that often looked at me,

With eyes that seemed to be without a care

And lips that tasted of a man so free;

So never thought that our good love would end,

Nor that his heart would leave for ’nother one;

Yet, now there is not single thing to mend,

And I am left alone as tears now run;

He often said that he went with the wind

So sad his girl was woman in the end