Strolling many years ago br br Down a street taken over by acacias in bloom br br I found out from a friend who knows everything br br That you had just gotten married. br br I told him that I really br br Had nothing to do with it. br br I never loved you br br — You know that better than I do — br br Yet each time the acacias bloom br br — Can you believe it? — br br I get the very same feeling I had br br When they hit me point-blank br br With the heartbreaking news br br That you had married someone else.