What was that thing ‘tween you and me

That sang so soft in minor key?

What was that sad and sweet refrain?

T’was nothing but a symphony.

Such songs are born for lonely hearts.

What gentle joy each note imparts.

What throbbing cords and soaring strains.

What tears when the adagio starts.

What is this haunting memory

Born on wings of melody?

I close my eyes and hear it still.

Tis nothing but a symphony.