Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me -- 
That your love would never lessen and never go? 
You were young then, proud and fresh-hearted, 
You were too young to know. 

Fate is a wind, and red leaves fly before it 
Far apart, far away in the gusty time of year -- 
Seldom we meet now, but when I hear you speaking, 
I know your secret, my dear, my dear.