THE GOOD BY

When the Little Girl said Good by, At the turn of the road, on the hill, Was there a tear in her eye? And why did she keep so still?

When the Little Girl said Good by, She never looked back at all! Was there a tear in her eye? I thought I could hear it fall!

And then were the flowers more sweet, And the grass breathed a long, low sigh — I know — for I heard my heart beat — There was a tear in her eye!