When the sun has gone to sleep so tired and weary
‘Round my heart an empty loneliness creeps in
And I die a million times before the morning sunrise
When I think of all the things that might have been

Oh, there might have been a garden there filled with flowers
Where sweet nature and the world are all akin
Where contentment and where peace are always filling the hours
Oh, my darling, all the things that might have been

How I schemed and planned a cozy cute little love nest
Where we two could always find real happiness
Where the pleasant comforts of a home are ever within
Oh, my darling, all the things that might have been

And perhaps there might have been a sweet little baby
With an angel’s smile and chubby fingers ten
And whose stubby little pinky toes would wiggle with glee
Darlin’, Darlin’, all the things that might have been

Maybe, Darlin’, it is for the best that we parted
In my heart an earnest prayer lied deep within
That you’ll always find real happiness wherever you go
I’ll find comfort in the things that might have been