Lyrics
Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving
By and by?
Leaves like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
As the heart grows older
It will come to such sights much colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
By and by
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie
And yet you wíll weep and you'll know why
No matter, child, the name
Sorrow's spríngs are all the same
They're all the same
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost had guessed
It is the blight man was born for
It is Margaret that you mourn for
