WHEN I LOST YOU
Irving Berlin, 1912

The roses each one
Met with the sun
Sweetheart, when I met you.
The sunshine had fled
The roses were dead
Sweetheart, when I lost you.

I lost the sunshine and roses
I lost the heavens of blue
I lost the beautiful rainbow
I lost the morning dew.
I lost the angel who gave me
Summer, the whole winter through
I lost the gladness that turned into sadness
When I lost you.

The birds have ceased their song
Right turned to wrong
Sweetheart when I lost you.
A day turned to years
The world seemed in tears
Sweetheart, when I lost you.

Written after the death of Dorothy Goetz, of typhoid fever, his wife of a few months, on their honeymoon in Havana.