What good is the scheming, the planning, the dreaming
 [bad word] with each new love affair
The love that you cherish so often may perish
And leave you with castles in air

When you're alone
Who cares for starlit skies
When you're alone
The magic moonlight dies
At break of dawn
There is no sunrise
When your lover has gone

What lonely hours
The evening shadows bring
What lonely hours
With memories lingering
Like faded flowers
Life can't mean anything
When your lover has gone

Like faded flowers
Life can't mean anything
When your lover has gone