I have no regrets, I don't think that you'll come back
I'll sprinkle the garden path with silver sand
I'll feed my worries to the poor sparrows
I'll cover my windows with muslin so that you can't see me
When the blizzard comes I'll make a path
I'll turn on the golden carousel quietly
I'll put these white flowers by the window
And then you'll forget that I am all alone
You'll forget that and go away
After you the rain will come
You'll never visit me to cheer me up
When the blizzard comes I'll make a path
I'll turn on the golden carousel quietly