Well they lay down beside me, I made my confession to them.
They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem.
If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn
they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon.
Don´t turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon.
And you won´t make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night:
We weren´t lovers like that and besides it would still be all right,
We weren´t lovers like that and besides it would still be all right.

Come over to the window, my little darling,
I´d like to try to read your palm.
I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy
before I let you take me home.
Now so long, Marianne, it´s time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.