| Your baby doesn’t love you any more. |
| Golden days, before they end, |
| Whisper secrets to the wind. |
| Your baby won’t be near you any more. |
| Tender nights, before they fly, |
| Send falling stars that seem to cry. |
| Your baby doesn’t want you any more. |
| It’s over. |
| It breaks your heart in two, |
| To know she’s been untrue. |
| But oh, what will you do, |
| When she says to you, |
| There’s someone new. |
| We’re through. |
| We’re through. |
| It’s over, it’s over, it’s over. |
| All the rainbows in the sky |
| Start to weep and say good-bye. |
| You won’t be seeing rainbows any more. |
| Setting suns, before they fall, |
| Echo to you, That’s all, that’s all. |
| But you’ll see lonely sunsets, after all. |
| It’s over, it’s over, it’s over… |
| It’s over. |