| When you told me that you loved me |
| And I thought I could tell that you did |
| My heart told me all was well |
| From the deepest part of me |
| There came a melody, complete with harmony |
| As my heart played for me a symphony |
| I remember all the times |
| You told me that you were mine |
| And I remember what it did to me |
| From the deepest part of me |
| There came a melody, complete with harmony |
| As my heart played for me a symphony |
| But when I read your goodbye note |
| When I read the things you wrote |
| When I knew that you had gone from me |
| From the deepest part of me came tones of tragedy |
| No trace of harmony, no symphony |
| For there was no heart left in me |