Threnody

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