Scarlet And Blue

Fade-away scarlet, fade-away blue Fade in the sun for there's nothing to do But lie still on tables or on the clothes-line, And wait for the one whose heart must be mine. Mold on the chimney, mold round the well Grow well mold; grow, till there's nothing to tell Cover the tables and clothes on the line, While I wait for the one whose heart must be mine. Gone is the scarlet, now gone the blue Gone ​are​ the false, and gone all the true Gone tables, and chimney, and the clothes-line; And gone is the heart that I thought must be mine.