The winds are calling, calling,
And the friendly voices die;
The rain is falling, falling,
From out a frowning sky;
Then let us say it quickly,
you and I.
Good-bye!
If aught that I have told you
Should bring a moment's pain,
Love, I will take and hold you
Within my arms again;
And press you closely to my heart
Before we part.
Then let us say it quickly,
you and I.
Good-bye!