How shall I wail, that wasn't meant for weeping?
Love has run and left me, oh, what then?
Dream, then, I must, who never can be sleeping
What if I should meet Love, once again?

What if I met him, walking on the highway?
Let him see how lightly I should care
He'd travel his way, I would follow my way
Hum a little song, and pass him there

What if at night, beneath a sky of ashes
He should seek my doorstep, pale with need?
There could he lie, and dry would be my lashes
Let him stop his noise, and let me read

Oh, but I'm gay, that's better off without him
Would he'd come and see me, laughing here
Lord! Don't I know I'd have my arms about him
Crying to him, "Oh, come in, my dear!"