Am I the tear that once it's shed consumed?
Upon your cheek my death is doomed?
Or a candle to light your darkness and be burnt?
And then your face from me is turned?
Who am I, and what could I be?
A dropp of rain on the ocean spelt?
Or words in heart aren't not to be felt?
Ah! could I be the heaviness on your chest?
Or the sorrow that's not to lay to rest?
So, goodbye, farewell and then adieu?
That's all I have to say to you