Nothing to show beyond the fevered head Body so warm within his perfumed bed Sleeping alone the shadow of a man His will ties into an empty can Nothing to show for love has never been Nothing to show for love has never been Nothing to show for love has never been Putting his hand upon a changing breast Many the empty hopes his lips caress Sorry to say his days are spent in vain Chasing a dream of doom and nights ahead Nothing to show for love has never been Nothing to show for love has never been Nothing to show for love has never been Shadowing nights and memories of the grave Gentle my love and sweetness sometimes saved Pick up these times and hide his crimes unknown Only a fool can see his soul has grown Nothing to show for love has never been Nothing to show for love has never been Nothing to show for love has never been Nothing to show for love has never been Nothing to show for love has never been Nothing to show for love has never been