.
Charles the great has come at last,
Come at last to stay.
He knows not where he’s going, though
He thinks he knows the way.
He thinks he knows the way to love,
Through flowered fields and highways.
He does not know what love is or
That I will love him always.
A pretty girl there waits for Charles,
To ease the pain and kiss his eyes,
To circle him with chains of love,
To show him love and make him wise.
Charles the great might disappear
while thinking you can see him.
But life is short and art is long,
And she can live without him.