Hello, Helene, I think it's been a while since we last spoke
Oh, Helene, why does it seem that it's your heart that was broke
Instead of the vase that you, without cause, knocked over when you left
You left me sad, instead of glad, of love I was bereft

Hey, Helene, what did you mean when you said "love is dead and gone"
My Helene, I saw the dean; on your step, the man stood on
Am I forgotten in the hot and blistering sun of day
Sweet Helene, my tongue is wiped clean and I am short of words to say

Well, Helene, you know it was me who gave you all my love
But Helene, now I am seen as free as a spring-hatched dove
My heart is now in a bond with a fair, young blonde
Who will love me back, in days glad or black, and be my good wife, so fond