Anne Sofie von Otter Follow

Though these days I tend to hurry by
How pale the rose of my complexion
How strange the knowing look that's in my eye

But when the springtime was ablaze
You took my hand, you held my gaze

There is no wonder there, I learned my lesson well
No need to wonder where that girl has gone

There is a secret no one knows
I set my face, I changed my clothes

I dreamed I stood as you were passing
Just as the horse-drawn carriage sped away
Of petticoats in puddles dragging
And my high-button boots were splashed with clay

But when the summer was in flame
You broke your word, denied my name

There is no wonder there, I learned my lesson well
No need to wonder where that girl has gone

But as the winter drags along
It blurs your sense of right and wrong

There is no wonder there, I learned my lesson well
No need to wonder where that girl has gone

Though these days I tend to hurry by
How pale the rose of my complexion