We're going to meet again and wait

So I'm going to unpack all my things

And sit before it gets too late

No man alive will come to you

With another tale to tell

And you know that we shall meet again

If your memory serves you well, I was going to confiscate your lace

And wrap it up in a sailor's knot and hide it in your case

If I knew for sure that it was yours, and it was oh so hard to tell

If your memory serves you well, you'll remember that you're the one

Who called on them to call on me to get you your favours done

And after every plan had failed and there was nothing more to tell