she's left..without an yes

the sun could've been blue,
and the sky a bright yellow.


i could've been true,
or a jolly good fellow!


but then you would've said Yes,
in love i would've died for you.


then men would play with cats,
and granny have a dog on her lap!


i would've to beleive in angels,
and the fairy godmother granting wishes.


Now it isn't so.


but everything could've been,
and every lie been seen.



One day they'll stop asking,
why broken hearts die?


hands that held roses three,
will die holdin a lily.


then i'll only be a ghost,
from the times of wee willie winkie.


on that day the frost,
'll no longer be chilly.


And from that day i'll rest,
knowing she's left,

my memory.