A blossom fell from off a tree; It settled softly on the lips you turned to me. The gypsies say, and I know why, A falling blossom only touches lips that lie. A blossom fell, and very soon I saw you kissing someone new beneath the moon. I thought you loved me; you said you loved me, We planned together to dream forever, The dream has ended, for true love died The night a blossom fell and touched two lips that lied.