Let’s be done with weeping,
Tears are but a sign
That a doom is creeping
On what was divine.
Why be broken-hearted?
Time to break the heart
If we should be parted
And not care we part.
Dear, the wind is over
In the world outside.
I was once your lover,
You were once my bride.
Let’s go out together.
In the quiet air,
We may find each other
Waiting as we were.
PIERROT.
MY friend Pierrot your sleeves are far too long.
Look! I can hardly find at all your hands.
And all your cotton tunic is cut wrong,
And what your eyes mean no one understands.
Ah yes, Pierrette, my sleeves are far too long.
Ah yes, Pierrette, you cannot find my hands,
But better so than Pierrot did you wrong
By telling you what no one understands.
My friend Pierrot you fear to take the light,
Look! I can hardly see at all your face.
And what I see, Pierrot is very white.
Are you afraid? Ashamed? or in disgrace?
Ah yes, Pierrette, I dare not take the light.
Ah yes, Pierrette, you cannot see my face.
My candle died with love, and in the night
Oh! Harlequin, Pierrette, is my disgrace.
My friend Pierrot it seems that things go ill
With you. Look! I can hardly hear your word,
And the dark shadow round grows darker still,
And a new voice which is not yours is heard.