• Sitting in the shadows,
    Weeping for the past--
    The friends I thought forever
    Gone away so fast.

    I know I cannot hold you
    You've gone too far away,
    O'er the mountains of the moon...
    To where I cannot say.

    A gypsy told me truly,
    A heart's a rolling stone
    The only one you've claim to
    Is the one that is your own.

    I've the bit of silken ribbon
    That you tied into my hair
    And I keep it 'neath my pillow
    And I dream you'll find it there.

    I dream you'll kiss me softly,
    And hold me while I cry,
    Wipe away the sorrow,
    And love me till I die.

    But I know you are a-roving
    And you'll not come back again
    And the dream it will unravel,
    Like a whisper on the wind.