It's the brightest summer
but my lonely heart bears
the sombre barrenness
of the deepest winter-

she doesn't and might never
know I'm the silent lover
every dawn I hide behind my window
as she walks on the same path over-

once we met face-to-face
a gentle smile she did show
not a word we spoke
too brief was the encounter-

years went by, so carelessly
I was still a bachelor
we met one day at the village fair
she met me and said: 'This is Susie, my daughter'.