Songtexte None but the Rain - Marissa Nadler

We had our day, but now it's over
We had our song, but now it's sung
We had our stroll through summer's clover
The summer's gone now, our walking's done

So tell me gently, who'll be your lover?
Who'll be your lover after I'm gone?
Will it be the moon that hears your sighing?
Will it be the willow that hears your lonesome song?

Will it be the rain that clings to your bosom?
Will it be the sunshine that dries your golden hair?
Will it be the wind that warns of my returning?
Will a rose be in your arms when I find you waiting there?

None but the rain should cling to my bosom
None but the moon should hear my lonesome sigh
None but the wind should warn of my returning
Fare thee well, my love, goodbye