(Eina Swan)
What good is the scheming, the planning, the dreaming
That comes with each new love affair
The love that you cherish so often may perish
And leave you with castles in air
When you're alone
Who cares for starlit skies
When you're alone
The magic moonlight dies
At break of dawn
There is no sunrise
When your lover has gone
What lonely hours
The evening shadows bring
What lonely hours
With memories lingering
Like faded flowers
Life can't mean anything
When your lover has gone
Like faded flowers
Life can't mean anything
When your lover has gone