GOOD-BYE

She loves me, yes. She loves me not.

The petals fly all day.

The flowers doubt the love we've got

And counsel me to pray.

On a charger white as snow

Could win my little charmer,

But for me, I just don't know.

I've run through every trick I know

To try and make you mine.

And though I guess it's time to go,

I hate to read the sign.

Perhaps my love seemed wrong to you.

It could not hold your eye.

But, I'll sing one more song to you.

This one is called: Good-bye.

So, Fare-thee-well, my darling,

Since you will not share your fate.

Step up and spin the wheel again.

Let's hope it's not too late.

Like petals on a daisy,

From a field on which we lay,

The answers make me crazy.

They are different every day.

Arthur rode to war

While Lancelot stayed to mind the store.

You prove your loyalty

Like ancient royalty.

If I came on too strong for you,

You know the reason why.

So, I'll sing one more song for you.

This one is called: Good-bye.

Should I listen while you talk that jive?

Should I smile and bear the sting?

Will you make me feel like I'm half alive

When you love to hear me sing?

While he dines upon my dust.

For the hour now has grown too late,

As the hour sometimes must.

At times like this, I'd long for you.

I can't recall just why.

But, I'll sing one more song for you.

This one is called: Good-bye