In my solitude
You haunt me
With reveries
Of days gone by

In my solitude
You taunt me
With memories
That never die

I sit in my chair
And filled with despair
There's no one could be so sad
With gloom everywhere
I sit and I stare
I know that

Speak low when you speak, love
Our summer day withers away too soon, too soon
Speak low when you speak, love
Our moment is swift, like ships adrift, we're swept apart, too soon
Speak low, darling, speak low
Love is a spark, lost in the dark too soon, too soon
I feel where

Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and

The very thought of you, I forget to do. Those little ordinary things That everyone ought to do I'm livin' in a kind of a daydream I'm happy as a queen And foolish though it may seem To me

Who wants love? Love is a joy we borrow Pay back in tears tomorrow So who wants love? Who wants love? Something to fill your heart with So very soon to part with So who wants love? Love is