PIERROT

Pierrot alone,

And then Pierrette,

And then a story to forget.

Pierrot alone.

Pierrette among the apple boughs

Come down and take a Pierrot’ s kiss,

The moon is white upon your brows,

Pierrette among the apple boughs,

Your lips are cold, and I would set

A rose upon your lips, Pierrette,

A rosy kiss,

Pierrette, Pierrette.

And then Pierrette.

I’ ve left my apple boughs, Pierrot,

A shadow now is on my face,

But still my lips are cold, and O

No rose is on my lips, Pierrot,

You laugh, and then you pass away

Among the scented leaves of May,

And on my face

The shadows stay.

And then a story to forget.

The petals fall upon the grass,

And I am crying in the dark,

The clouds above the white moon pass —

My tears are falling on the grass;

Pierrot, Pierrot, I heard your vows

And left my blossomed apple boughs,

And sorrows dark

Are on my brows.