You told me that you would
come back some day to me in Bali Ho
But never a word since you went
lonely days are drifting into years
Oh, it's getting late, but I still wait
with eyes growing dim with tears
we gathered every spring?
Do you remember the reels
we danced around the fairy ring?
But best of all, my absent one,
I wander along by the lakeside now
Just thinking of all the dreams I dreamed
The whispers come, the whispers go,
That a foreign land and a foreign strand
we gathered every spring?
Do you remember the reels
we danced around the fairy ring?
beneath the chestnut tree?
But best of all, my absent one,
But best of all, my absent one,