Lyrics What becomes of me / But not for me - Alice Babs

What becomes of winter when it's over
Where does April go the first of May
What happens to the raindrops
When suddenly the rain stops
At the end of a rainy day

What becomes of moonlight in the morning
Where does morning go right after noon
A day, a week, a month, a year
Will hurry by and disappear
Where and why do they go by so soon

What becomes of love
When love is through
What becomes of me
Without you

They're writing songs of love
But not for me
A lucky star's above
But not for me

With love to lead the way
I found more clouds of grey
Than any Russian play could guarantee

I was a fool to fall and give that way
High ho! Alas! and also lack-a-day

Although I can't dismiss
The memory of his kiss
I guess he's not for me

They're writing songs of love
But not for me
A lucky star's above
But not for me

With love to lead the way
I found more clouds of grey
Than any Russian play could guarantee

I was a fool to fall and get that way
High ho! Alas! and also lack-a-day

Although I can't dismiss
The memory of his kiss
I guess he's not for me...
For me