Lilacs blossom just as sweet   Now my heart is shattered   If I bowled it down the street   Who's to say it mattered?      If there's one that rode away   What would I be missing?   Lips that taste of tears, they say   Are the best for kissing      Eyes that watch the morning star   Seem a little brighter   Arms held out to darkness   Are usually whiter      Shall I bar the strolling guest?   Bind my brow with willow   When, they say, the empty breast   Is the softer pillow?      That a heart falls tinkling down   Never think it ceases   Every likely lad in town   Gathers up the pieces      If there's one gone whistling by   Would I let it grieve me?   Let him wonder if I lie   Let him half believe me