Just sitting there and watching golden light.
When from the eerie darkness of the night; I heard your voice.
I cried the tears that gathered in my heart.
Tears I said would never ever start, And yet they fell and with them went a part, of me my love.
The hearth fire took and burned my love for you.
My falling tears then quenched the flames and to my lonely heart the ashes whispered true.
His love is dead.
By Carol Bouche' Ottlinger 1952 copyright © 1953