My heart is like a flower for my love,

That blooms as I hold her tenderly.

But it's rooted deep in fear

Just as heavy as a tear

That whisper low, her lover is not for me.



My love is true, for her it is true,

And I pray that her love is mine.



My love is like the first star of the night

That brightened up the world's first darkness,

Like love stories very old

A million times been told

Her eyes are worth more than bright diamonds.



My love is true, for her it is true,

And I pray that her love is mine.



My love is true, for her it is true,

And I pray that her love is mine.



Alone at night in my dark lonesome room

I like awake a-sadly dreaming.

Although you're not very near

I still I can hear

Your soft and tender heart a-beating.



My love is true, for her it is true,

And I pray that her love is mine.



My love is true, for her it is true,

And I pray that her love is mine