Leaves Fall And Flowers Fade, Days Come And Go: Now Is Sweet Summer Laid Low In Her Leafy Glade, Low Like A Fragrant Maid, Low, Low, Ah, Low. Tears Fall And Eyelids Ache, Hearts Overflow: Here For Our Dead Love'S Sake Let Us Our Farewells Make Will He Again Awake? Ah, No, No, No. Winds Sigh And Skies Are Gray, Days Come And Go: Wild Birds Are Flown Away: Where Are The Blooms Of May? Dead, Dead, This Many A Day, Under The Snow. Lips Sigh And Cheeks Are Pale, Hearts Overflow: Will Not Some Song Or Tale, Kiss, Or A Flower Frail, With Our Dead Love Avail? Ah, No, No, No.