If solitude follows grief This heart of mine a wilderness Splendid memories indeed hardly a relief What comfort offers a last caress? What comfort offers a last caress? No more flowers to pick in May Any words are all in vain No more flowers to pick in May Any words are all in vain Love is a gift from Heaven Lifts into grace our lowest desires Shared with angels By Gods given Like passion, a spark of immortal fire This heart of mine a wilderness This heart of mine a wilderness What comfort offers a last caress? What comfort offers a last caress? But beautiful poems do not cover pain In loss I cannot sense any splendour Comforting words are all in vain Yesterday's ghosts seem too tender Tragedy grand in a theatre play They claim sunshine to follow after rain But no more flowers to pick in May For death she is all the same What comfort offers a last caress? What comfort offers a last caress? No more flowers to pick in May Any words are all in vain No more flowers to pick in May Any words are all in vain