With the man I love who loves me not, 
I walked in the street-lamps' flare; 
We watched the world go home that night 
In a flood through Union Square.

I leaned to catch the words he said 
That were light as a snowflake falling; 
Ah well that he never leaned to hear 
The words my heart was calling.

And on we walked and on we walked 
Past the fiery lights of the picture shows -- 
Where the girls with thirsty eyes go by 
On the errand each man knows.

And on we walked and on we walked, 
At the door at last we said good-bye; 
I knew by his smile he had not heard 
My heart's unuttered cry.

With the man I love who loves me not 
I walked in the street-lamps' flare -- 
But oh, the girls who can ask for love 
In the lights of Union Square.