If in some capricious moment I should give you cause to fear Then you have but to remember That my being here is mere fortune For the rules have laid down To guide the thoughts of those who stray.
If in some deserted hour We should murmur last goodbyes With the snowflakes falling softly As the tears well in your eyes Then we kiss but once and walk away Never turning round And the snow falls on our footsteps Leaving nothing to be found.
And my life is yet determined By the span of what it holds And the span grows ever shorter As my lifetime folds away.