It's over, our love is dying,
It won't make it through the night,
The willows are weeping in anguish,
While the stars cry their tears of light

A rose bows its head in sorrow,
Exhaling its last perfumed breath;
A love that once burned so brightly
Is meeting an untimely death

Tonight all the doves are mourning
And asking "How can this be?"
Waves patiently wait at the shoreline
To sweep the remains out to sea

Dismal is the mood in Heaven --
We've made the angels cry;
But come, let us say our last farewells . . .
Heaven knows that all things must die