Late on Christmas eve In the street alone Outside a house on the pavement stone I sang to her, as it's sung together How many nights I felt her tether She would not heed what I melodied In my soul's sore need, she would not heed As I bent me up there, I voiced and I fingered Upon the strings long, long I lingered Only the curtains hid from her One whom Caprice had bid from her She did not come and my heart grew numb And dull my strum, she did not come Sick I withdrew At love's grim hue Finally she knew, sick I withdrew Sick I withdrew, at love's grim hue Finally she knew, sick I withdrew Sick I withdrew, at love's grim hue Finally she knew, sick I withdrew.