I came back after three long years,
And things have changed so greatly
I can’t make out because of tears
The things I left behind so worthy.
Don’t show me fields of clover,
Don’t bring back scenes I crave;
Don’t dig up what’s over forever —
I’ll take them to the grave.
She loved me so when I left her
To answer the bagpipes’ call;
Now nothing’s left of that last summer
Except memories that bring back all.
She made a vow to wait awhile,
A vow close to my heart,
Yet she broke both with a smile,
And my life is torn apart.
When I’m not crying I sometimes laugh
To think how she lessened the pain:
Love saw me through smooth and rough,
But I won’t feel the same again.