1 Hopelessly hoping, her harlequin hovers Near by, awaiting a word. 2 Gasping at glimpses of gentle, true spirit, he writes, wishing he could fly, only to trip at the sound of good-bye. 3 Wordlessly watching, he waits by the window and wanders at the empty place inside. 4 Hopelessly helping himself to a bad dream, he worries, did he hear a good-bye or evil? 5 They are loyal, they are true, they are three together, they are for each other. 6 Stand by the stairway, you will see something certain to tell you, confusion has its cost. 7 Love is a dying, it is loosed in a lady who lingers, saying she is lost, and choking on her love. 8 They are loyal, they are true, they are three together, they are for each other.