Little birds

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.