They're writing songs of love But not for me A lucky star's above But not for me With love to lead the way I've found more clouds of grey Than any Russian play could guarantee I was a fool to fall and get that way Heigh-ho! Alas! And also, lack-a-day Although I can't dismiss the memory of her kiss I guess she's not for me I was a fool to fall and get that way Heigh-ho! Alas! And also, lack-a-day Although I can't dismiss the memory of her kiss I guess she's not for me