| D | D/B | G | F#m | |
| We had our | day, | but now it's | over |
| G | F#m | G | A | |
| We had our | song, | but now it's s | ung, |
| D | D/B | G | F#m | |
| We had our | stroll, | through summer's c | lover, |
| G | F#m | Bm | G | A | D | |
| The sun is | gone no | w, | the | walk is | done. |
| So tell me gently who'll be you lover, |
| Who'll be your lover, after I'm gone, |
| Will it be the moon, that hears your sighin' |
| Will it be the willow, that hears you lonesome song. |
| Will it be the rain, that clings to your bosom, |
| Will it be the sunshine, that dries your golden hair, |
| Will it be the wind that wants of your returnin', |
| Will the roads be in your heart while the smiles are waiting there. |
| None but the rain, shall cling to my bosom, |
| None but the moon will hear my lonesome sigh, |
| None but the wind, will want of my returning, |
| G | F#m | Bm | G | A | G | D | |
| So | fare thee | well | , my | love | , good- | bye. |