Virginia Clemm - Katzenjammer

He was a child, I was a child

Sentimental and wild

Now we’re resting

Now we’re resting

For twelve short years

We lived out of health

And of prosperous wealth

Oh, my dearest

Oh, my dearest

My only portrait to remind you

My wine on your old cloak

My voice sustained in our piano

Comme les carillons

De notre nuit de noces

Heir of my illness

Writer of all the stories and the words

That I’m haunting

That I’m haunting

When your heart is on your sleeve

Then I’ll bid you my sweet adieu

Don’t forget me

Don’t forget me

The other woman to explain

Her letters I deplore

I’m the flare inside your sorry dark eyes

And I’ll leave you nevermore