Lilacs blossom just as sweet
  now my heart is shattered
  if I bowl it down the street
  who´s to say it mattered
  if there´s one that rode away
  what would I be missing
  lips that taste of tears they say
  are the best kissing
  
  Eyes that watch the morning star
  seem a little brighter
  arms held out to darkness are
  usually whiter
  shall I bar the strolling guest
  bind my brow with willow
  when they say the empty breast
  is the softer pillow
  
  That a heart falls tinkling down
  never think it ceases
  every likely lad in town
  gathers up the pieces
  if there´s one gone whistling by
  would I let it grieve me?
  Let him wonder if I lie
  let him half believe me