Sigh no more, sigh no
more,
Gray clouds of sorrow
fill the sky no more,
Cry no more, die no more,
Those little deaths are parting,
new life and new love are starting,
sing again, sing again.
The winter's over and it's spring again,
joy is yours to adore.
Sweet and beguiling ladies,
sigh no more, sigh no more,
Sweet and beguiling ladies,
sigh no more.
Poor mournful ladies,
are you weeping for
a dream once dreamed?
Are you still listening
for some remembered theme
that seemed
To promise happiness and love
and gentle years, devoid of fears?
Sweet music starts again,
lift up your hearts again,
and dry, an d dry those tears.
Sky no more, sky no more,
Grey clouds of sorrow
fill the sky no more,
Cry no more, die no more,
Those little deaths that parting,
new life and new love are starting.
Sing again, sing again,
the winter's over and it's spring again.
Joy is your to the door,
sweet and beguiling ladies,
Sigh no more, sigh no more,
sweet and beguiling ladies,
sigh no more.