Lady, lady do not cry,
Take this ‘handkerchief and dry your tears,
What is gone is gone. No need to try,
Count your blessings and not your years.
Lady, lady it is all in vain,
To wage war,
And to love again,
To redeem what was lost before.
Wasted your youth away,
Never to come back.
Your sunset isn’t faraway,
Who will watch your back?
Lady, lady, did he love you less?
Did he ever cease to care?
Did he ever shrink from your embrace?
Sure, there was no one so fair!
Count your blessings, not your fears
What is gone is gone, now sleep.
Come closely and I will calm your fears.
Lady, lady do not weep.
