When the tides run low and wavelets have perished
and the sky is sullen and has lost its glorious shine
when every spring -flower in the meadow has vanished
and love's once-blissful kisses are no longer mine-

I remember that bitter winter day
you walked away and stole my every smile
all my dreams and hopes they did all at once decay
'twas then I first learned of love's cruel sting and mindless wile.