None But the Rain

We had our day, now it's over

We had our song, now it's sung

Had our stroll through summers clover

Summer's gone now, our walkin's doneSo tell me gently who be your lover

Who be your lover after I'm gone?

Will it be the moon that hears your sighin'?

Will it be the willow that hears your lonesome song?Will it be the rain that clings to your bosom?

Will it be the sunshine that dries your golden hair?

Will it be the wind that warns of my returning

Will a rose be in your arms when I find you waitin' thereNone but the rain should cling to my bosom

None but the moon should hear my lonesome sigh

None but the wind should warn of your returning

Fare thee well, my love, goodbye