Falling leaf, and fading tree,
Lines of white in a sullen sea,
Shadows rising on you and me,
Shadows rising on you and me.
The swallows are making them ready to fly,
Wheeling out on a windy sky.
Good-bye, Summer! Good-bye, Good-bye! Good-bye, Summer
Good-bye, Good-bye!
Hush! a voice from the far-a-way!
Listen and learn, it seems to say,
All the to-morrows shall be as to-day,
All the to-morrows shall be as to-day.
The cord is frayed—the cruse is dry,
The link must break, and the lamp must die.
Good-bye to Hope! Good-bye, Good-bye!
Good-bye to Hope! Good-bye, Good-bye!
What are we waiting for? Oh, my heart!
Kiss me straight on the brow!
And part! Again! Again! my heart!
What are we waiting for, you and I?
A pleading look—a stifled cry
Good-bye, for ever! good-bye for ever!
Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye!