[ Featuring Antonín Dvořák ]
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for replay;
Cnd in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
Quiet pain
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
C little while, that in me sings no more.
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
C little while, that in me sings no more.
Sings no more
Sings no more