Here's a rough clean-up on Sorcha's Babelfish findings

Leave me with my memories,
Leave me with my dead loves,
It is time to close the door,
It is time to go to sleep
I did not always look smart
My hair was in my eyes
But that's how he took me,
I think maybe he loved me a little

{ Refrain: }
It's raining
On the garden, on the shore
And if my eyes are wet
That's because it's raining in my face.

The North wind which is building up
Is enjoying itself alone in my hair
I was not always quite beautiful,
But I think maybe he loved me a little
My dress [is always rumpled?]
And I always have unruly hair
But that's how he took me,
I think maybe I loved him a lot

{ Refrain }

If I've burned a lot of candles
Since the last time we met
And if I remain faithful to him,
What use is so much virtue to me?
Leave me with my dead loves!
Leave me with my memories
But before closing the door,
Leave me the time to laugh about it
The time to try to smile about it...

{ Refrain }
Leave me the time to laugh about it