A. Clancy

My love has gone. My dreams have passed away. Her funny way, my sunny day are gone

And, yet, I think of her when first we met, when first we loved before my love was gone.

I hear her voice beside me in the night. I see her hand, yet here I stand alone.


My love has gone and ever, ever will I be a star-crossed lover tossed upon the sea.

(Chorus, twice)

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