When you say goodbye  
turn aside and walk away  
I'll say farewell  
and not ask you why.

I'll gather flowers for love of you  
azaleas from some springtime hill  
and scatter them beneath your feet  
as you walk away.

Then go  
crushing with your parting steps  
my humble offerings of flowers.

When you say goodbye  
turn aside and walk away  
I tell you now that on that day  
I'll not shed a tear.