Enough Rope/The Dramatists
The Dramatists
A STRING of shiny days we had, A spotless sky, a yellow sun;And neither you nor I was sad When that was through and done.
But when, one day, a boy comes by And pleads me with your happiest vow,“There was a lad I knew—” I’ll sigh; “I do not know him now.”
And when another girl shall pass And speak a little name I said,Then you will say “There was a lass— I wonder is she dead.”
And each of us will sigh, and start A-talking of a faded year,And lay a hand above a heart, And dry a pretty tear.