I can't say that I don't love you today, Even though, better it were so. And I can't say that I don't want you to stay, Even though, well I know, best you go away. Is it you, or just the number of years, Thus makes my heart to break. Is it sad, or just a number of tears? Who can know, but even so, tears their toll can take. Songs may say regret rien. Ah mais, je regret beaucoup, Too many times, too many days, Too full of me and you. Would though I could know that time would deaden the pain, For wise men surmise that this is so. And if I knew why blue sky turned one day into grey, Easier then, to touch your hand, turn and walk away. Is it you, or just the number of years, Thus makes my heart to break. And is it sad, or just a number of tears, Who can know, but even so, tears their toll can take.