Green grow the lilacs, all sparkling with dew I'm lonely, my darling, since parting with you; But by our next meeting I'll hope to prove true And change the green lilacs to the Red, White and Blue. I once had a sweetheart, but now I have none She's gone and she's left me, I care not for one Since she's gone and left me, contented I'll be, For she loves another one better than me. I passed my love's window, both early and late The look that she gave me, it makes my heart ache; Oh, the look that she gave me was painful to see, For she loves another one better than me. I wrote my love letters in rosy red lines, She sent me an answer all twisted and twined; Saying,"Keep your love letters and I will keep mine Just you write to your love and I'll write to mine."