Oh, what tidings I did hear
Melancholy kind of year
I won't give you any tears
You're a wonder, you're a muse
Clarity in spoken truth
Give me nothing, give me you
I hate to see you go
I hate to see you go
Oh, could I watch you go?
Shouldn't have
Friend of mine
Direction of a different kite
Whether with me, whether somewhere new
Know that I'll be seeing you
I'll be seeing you
I'll be seeing you
I'll be seeing you
Here or there
