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
