Hello my love! Hello! Hi!
Why art thou crossed with me? Why?
Read the book of my heart on thy own
For I am so simple and shy.
Every night when I go to bed,
I collapse on the bed and lie,
And get lost in the memory of thee
And my imagination starts to fly
N’ there appears the moon of thy face,
Moving on my imagination’s sky.
I try to get thee and embrace
And burst into a joyful cry!
But, alas! Thou art no more found
When all around me I eye.
If thou ask “who loves me most?”
Every beat of my heart will reply,
“O’ the queen of spring, soul of flowers,
It is I! It is I! It is I”!
The more n’ more thou come to my mind,
To forget thee the more I try.
But, oh! It makes no difference to thee,
If I’m gonna die, I should die!
I wait and wait and wait,
And thou come like a flash and fly!
My soul goes away with thee,
When thou bid me goodbye!
I’ve taken too much of thy time,
Let me now leave. Goodbye!