I found her diary underneath a treeAnd started reading all about meThe words she’s written took me by surpriseYou’d never read them in her eyesThey said that she had foundThe love she waited forWouldn’t you know it?She wouldn’t show itAnd when confronted with the writing thereShe simply pretended not to careI passed it off as just in keeping withHer usual disconcerting airAnd though she tried to hideThe love that she deniedWouldn’t you know it?She wouldn’t show itAnd as I go through my lifeI will give to her, my wifeAll the sweet things I can findI found her diary underneath a treeAnd started reading all about meThe words began to stick and tears to flowHer meaning now was clear to seeThe love she waited forWas for someone else, not meWouldn’t you know it?She wouldn’t show itAnd as I go through my lifeI will wish for her, his wifeAll the sweet things she can findAll the sweet things they can find