Love, oh don't we know how can the river flow

Without you.

Warming like the sand upon the land.

How can we doubt you?



Dark to me the night and dim the morning light

Tomorrow.

How can we not see the simple melody

Of sorrow?



Oh to be with you, oh to see them through

Those days when we think you are gone,

They are so lonesome, and so long.

What shall we do?



Parting comes to soon, my weary tune







Has lost its pleasure.

Waiting for the time, this lonely wine

Has lost its treasure.



Dark to me the night and dim the morning light

Tomorrow.

How can we not see the simple melody

Of sorrow?



Oh to be with you, oh to see them through

These days when we think you are gone,

They are so lonesome, and so long.

What shall i do?