Dead Love

Oh never weep for love that’s dead
Since love is seldom true
But changes his fashion from blue to red
From brightest red to blue
And love was born to an early death
And is so seldom true
Then harbour no smile on your bonny face
To win the deepest sigh
The fairest words on truest lips
Pass on and surely die
And you will stand alone, my dear
When wintry winds draw nigh
Sweet, never weep for what cannot be
For this God has not given
If the merest dream of love were true
Then, sweet, we should be in heaven
And this is only earth, my dear
Where true love is not given