• If there's anything I should ever remember,
    I suppose I'll remember it with you.
    But there's nobody here to hold me so dear,
    And there's nothing more I can do.

    For many dark nights I've awoken,
    To those eyes of deep emerald green.
    And I'm cold and sweaty and shaken,
    With the joy and the pain that I've seen.
    Because there's much surprise in the eyes,
    That sweet love has become a nightmare.
    And every place I go I see your face,
    But I know that there's nobody there.

    I'll walk through this world a shade,
    And I'll sleep my life's days away.
    The pain of life alone on me laid,
    To be carried from day unto day.
    So what other word can be written?
    And what other song can be sung?
    All the gold in the world will not glisten,
    And my riches are replaced with dung.

    If there's anything I should ever remember,
    I suppose I'll remember it with you.
    But there's nobody here to hold me so dear,
    And there's nothing more I can do.