I see my darling in each spray of summer sunlight I see my darling in the leaves that fall I see him walking in the rainy April showers And hear his name in every bluebird call I told the possum at the guntree the rackoon on the ground Told everyone bout my darling of the happiness I found My heart would cry more than the weeping willow tree If my darling and his heart were not for me My heart would cry more...