| Song | Dead Love |
| Artist | A Forest of Stars |
| Album | A Shadowplay for Yesterdays |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Oh never weep for love that’s dead | |
| Since love is seldom true | |
| But changes his fashion from blue to red, | |
| From brightest red to blue, | |
| And love was born to an early death | |
| And is so seldom true. | |
| Then harbour no smile on your bonny face | |
| To win the deepest sigh. | |
| The fairest words on truest lips | |
| Pass on and surely die, | |
| And you will stand alone, my dear, | |
| When wintry winds draw nigh. | |
| Sweet, never weep for what cannot be, | |
| For this God has not given. | |
| If the merest dream of love were true | |
| Then, sweet, we should be in heaven, | |
| And this is only earth, my dear, | |
| Where true love is not given. |
| Oh never weep for love that' s dead | |
| Since love is seldom true | |
| But changes his fashion from blue to red, | |
| From brightest red to blue, | |
| And love was born to an early death | |
| And is so seldom true. | |
| Then harbour no smile on your bonny face | |
| To win the deepest sigh. | |
| The fairest words on truest lips | |
| Pass on and surely die, | |
| And you will stand alone, my dear, | |
| When wintry winds draw nigh. | |
| Sweet, never weep for what cannot be, | |
| For this God has not given. | |
| If the merest dream of love were true | |
| Then, sweet, we should be in heaven, | |
| And this is only earth, my dear, | |
| Where true love is not given. |
| Oh never weep for love that' s dead | |
| Since love is seldom true | |
| But changes his fashion from blue to red, | |
| From brightest red to blue, | |
| And love was born to an early death | |
| And is so seldom true. | |
| Then harbour no smile on your bonny face | |
| To win the deepest sigh. | |
| The fairest words on truest lips | |
| Pass on and surely die, | |
| And you will stand alone, my dear, | |
| When wintry winds draw nigh. | |
| Sweet, never weep for what cannot be, | |
| For this God has not given. | |
| If the merest dream of love were true | |
| Then, sweet, we should be in heaven, | |
| And this is only earth, my dear, | |
| Where true love is not given. |