[bad word]  My Dear
Hold back that tear 
I know he's gone 
Your love has flown 
You're all alone 
Oh, I know you cry 
There's no reply 
Pain lingers on 
It doesn't go 
Cos you'll say so 

One day he came to you 
And made the music play 
In his way 
You said you'd rather die 
Than say goodbye 
But [bad word] a day
Though he's away 
You'll sing his song 
You'll carry on  [bad word]  My Dear 

One day he came to you 
And made the music play 
In his way 
You said you'd rather die 
Than say goodbye 
But [bad word] a day 
Though he's away 
You will sing his song 
You'll carry on  [bad word]  my dear