I met you once and all that passed
In withered heart came back alive
The golden time that so shortly lasted
And warmed up my soul and whole life.
It simetimes happens in November
There is an hour or a day
When of a spring you suddenly remember,
And then your heart awakes so light and gay.
It's not a memory alone
In life again I have a part.
You still possess the charms I've always known
And there is still devotion in my heart.