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 it’s pleasure.
Waiting for the time, this lonely wine
Has lost it’s 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?