She came without a farthing
"So much ado about nothing"
Through ever fleeted summer
And I wonder why I still live on
And still I hear her own sweet song
You know my little friend's all dead and gone
Her ways are always with me
But please you must forgive me
I am old, but still a child
In time in comes to everyone
(all dead, all dead, all dead, all dead)
Of course, I don't believe you're dead and gone