| She was a shy girl from the lonely street |
| She had no job to do and no friends to meet |
| She’d sit in silence in her rented room |
| Dream of her childhood and invented truths |
| And in her mind she’d drift away |
| A secret place to steal away |
| Don’t you cry, don’t you cry |
| Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes |
| Don’t you cry, don’t you cry |
| Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes |
| He was a good boy from the upside of town |
| Said her could treat her right said he could win her round |
| Her morning sickness and the kick inside |
| The phantom kisses of the phantom bride |
| And in her mind she’d drift away |
| A secret place to steal away |
| Don’t you cry, don’t you cry |
| Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes |
| Don’t you cry, don’t you cry |
| Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes |
| And in her mind she’d drift away |
| A secret place to steal away |
| Don’t you cry, don’t you cry |
| Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes |
| Don’t you cry, don’t you cry |
| Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes |
| No more lies |
| Don’t you cry, don’t you cry |
| Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes |
| Don’t you cry, don’t you cry |
| Let me wipe away the tears |
| Let me wipe away the tears |