Sigh no more, sigh no more,
Great clouds of sorrow fill the sky no more,
Cloy no more, die no more,
Those little d**hs at parting,
New life and new love are starting.
Sing again, sing again,
The Winter's over and it's Spring again.
Joy is your troubadour,
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 parts again
Lift up your hearts again
And dry, and dry those tears.
Sigh no more, sigh no more,
Great clouds of sorrow fill the sky no more.
Cloy no more, die no more,
Those little d**hs at parting
New life and new love are starting.
Sing again, sing again,
The Winter's over and it's Spring again.
Joy is your troubadour.
Sweet and beguiling ladies, sigh no more,
Sigh no more,
Sweet and beguiling ladies—sigh—no—more.