If I Could Only Weep, I Think Sweet Help With My Salt Tears Would Come, To Ease The Cruel Pain That Is So Dumb, And Will Not Let Me Sleep. Down In My Heart, Down Deep A Poisoned Arrow Burns. It Would Fall Out And Tears Would Wash The Wound, I Have No Doubt, If I Could Only Weep. Maybe My Pulse Would Leap, And Bring One Thrill Back, Of A Vanished Day, Instead Of Throbbing In This Dull, Dead Way, If I Could Only Weep. O Silent Fates Who Steep Nectar Or Gall For Us Through All The Years, Take What Thou Wilt, But Give Me Back My Tears, And Let Me Weep And Weep.