As you go from me, you want all that's left
The last thread of pride in my heart
'Til you've wrung the last teardrop from my eye
You won't be satisfied
So, take your cold, unloving heart
Your eyes too blinded to see
Oh, you never found the door to this heart of mine
You'll get no more of me
You have raked my heart like a cruel winter storm
Bending my branches so low
Oh, your wayward heart and your tortured soul
Leave no memory worthy to hold
So, I'll take back my heart from the willow bough
I'll hang my tears out to dry
And I'll hang my head in sorrow no more
And no more tears will I cry
So, take your cold, unloving heart
Your eyes too blinded to see
Oh, you never found the door to this heart of mine
You'll get no more of me
You have raked my heart like a cruel winter storm
Bending my branches so low
Oh, your wayward heart and your tortured soul
Leave no memory worthy to hold