Tender only to one Tender and true The petals swing To my fingering Is it you, or you, or you?
Tender only to one I do not know his name And the friends who fall To the petals’ call May think my love to blame.
Tender only to one This petal holds a clue The face it shows But too well knows Who I am tender to.
Tender only to one,
Last petal’s latest breath Cries out aloud From the icy shroud His name, his name is Death.
