I've always tried to understand The reason why our love must end Why did she let me wait on our weekly Friday date? I've been waiting rather long And I knew that something had gone wrong I'll never forget those happy days Our love was growing in many ways And when she sometimes said: "My love for you has made me bad" I just laughed and didn't see That she meant she wasn't free like me Now I've got your letter and I'm feeling very blue Looking at the picture and the words you sent me too This sweet little photograph just shows me everything It's you with your husband and your kiddies shaped in spring Now all at once I realize The tears that I saw in her eyes They were not always shed for happiness I thought she had They showed other feelings to Of a women who knew she was untrue Of a women who knew she was untrue