I,
Am weary from goodbyes--
Weary, but our time is past,
Nothing gold can last,
The skies are all gray
You look right through my eyes
Then go away
Friend,
I'm wary of this place,
This soul is tiring,
Tired of desiring,
All the same
Please love me then, admiring,
Go away
True,
Ain't it always so,
That the ones you love
Love you 'til they have to go--
But I'll stay
You'll love right through my soul
Then go away
Well it's true,
I don't know
Don't know just what to do
When it's so
There was an omen that said
I just might lose my head
When you go
Well I'll let you go
I let you go
I'll let you go
True,
Ain't it always so
That the ones we love
We love them 'til they have to go--
But I'll stay
You'll love right through my soul
Then go away