You saw me on the marketplace
I bought a sour apple for the morning
you talked to me I nodded
I walked with you and then suddenly
left without warning
I headed for a restaurant my eyes
fixed upon the ground
not only to keep a clean sole but
to ban out every sound
circling round you

The good years are coming 
the bad years 're gone

It's not that I hold a grudge
for a time you loved so much
and me I hated
is it so hard for you to understand
one of us tries to forget all about it later
little harm is done and everything's said
a special love is born and a bitter one is dead
the latter being you

The good years are coming
the bad years gone