The fingers move up and down
Upon the ivory and ebony keyboard
Lovely music flows throughout the empty house
The notes are like fingers enticing the mind
Drawing tourists to the door
But what do they see?
They see nothing...

The lady's eyes are closed in a peaceful expression
Dreaming, dreaming of her long lost love
While playing upon the old piano
Although all the keys are out of tune
The music still remains fresh and young
Like a dew-enfolded flower upon a field
Drawing tourists to the door
But what do they see?
They see nothing...

The young man can almost remember a tune
Deep asleep in his grave
Although love is lost,
The tune is not
And forever shall the lady play upon her broken piano in the broken house
Drawing tourists to the door
But what do they see?
They see nothing...