Days Come And Go

Leaves fall and flowers fade, Days come and go: Now is sweet Summer laid Low in her leafy glade, Low like a fragrant maid, Low, low, ah, low. Tears fall and eyelids ache, Hearts overflow: Here for our dead love’s sake Let us our farewells make— Will he again awake? Ah, no, no, no. Winds sigh and skies are gray, Days come and go: Wild birds are flown away: Where are the blooms of May?— Dead, dead, this many a day, Under the snow. Lips sigh and cheeks are pale, Hearts overflow: Will not some song or tale, Kiss, or a flower frail, With our dead love avail?— Ah, no, no, no.