I would die with a smile upon my face With no complaints As tranquil as a saint This world would be transformed From a world of pain To somewhere sane My eyes would shine again But you don’t love me And I would have died With a smile upon this weary face With calm and grace With nothing left to state And I my love would have whispered Sweet songs in your ears I’d have sang for years We’d have danced away the fear But you don’t love me