"They say that love's a gentle thing,
But it's only brought me pain.
For the only man I ever loved,
Has gone on the morning train.
Well there's many a change in the winter wind,
And a change in the cloud's design.
There's many a change in a young man's heart,
But never a change in mine.
I never will marry.
I'll be no man's wife.
I expect to live single,
All the days of my life."