Lilacs blossom just as sweet
Now my heart is shattered
If I bowled it down the street
Who's to say it mattered?
If there's one that rode away
Lips that taste of tears, they say
Eyes that watch the morning star
Arms held out to darkness
Shall I bar the strolling guest?
When, they say, the empty breast
That a heart falls tinkling down
If there's one gone whistling by
Would I let it grieve me?