It's the rain that I hear coming, not a stranger or a ghost It's the quiet of a storm approaching that I fear the most It's the pain that I hear coming The slightest crystal tear, drops to the ground in silence When my love is near Darling, when did you fall? When was it over? Darling when, when did you fall? When was it over? Darling, when did you fall? When was it over? Darling when, when did you fall? When was it over? It's marching through my door now, the stony cold of lonesome A bell tolls for my heart and then my lonesome song begins I suppose it is the price of falling in love Darling, when did you fall? When was it over? Darling when, when did you fall? When was it over? I suppose it is the price of falling in love