Rosaline   I have loved you   From the steeple to the streets of Rome   And I know, Ah yes I know, what's goin' down   They will come   When it's early   And breathe to me your last goodbye   And our long, long love is finally drowned      Teenage dreams   Satin tresses   Lie deserted all along the strand   And the ferryman has poled his way off home   Angels screamed   In those evenings   When I promised you my dying days   And my heart hatched its treasons to run      And Ah   These latter days   I'm fed on distant rumours   But third-hand news is news enough   For hopeless dream consumers      Quite at ease   In an armchair   Steaming coffee standing on my knee   I can still hear you whispering when the fire sighs   Rosaline   How I have loved you   With a careless kind of vanity   As they turned you around   And split us apart   And like a fool   I ran from the start   And in the end they told much smoother lies