What lips my lips have kissed,
and where, and why,
and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
What lips my lips have kissed,
and where, and why,
and where, and why,why, why
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
What lips my lips have kissed,
and where, and why,
and where, and why,why, why
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
What lips my lips have kissed,
and where, and why,
and where, and why,why, why
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.