O Sweetheart, hear you
Your lover's tale;
A man shall have sorrow
When friends him fail. For he shall know then
Friends be untrue
And a little ashes
Their words come to. But one unto him
Will softly move
And softly woo him
In ways of love. His hand is under
Her smooth round breast;
So he who has sorrow
Shall have rest.
Your lover's tale;
A man shall have sorrow
When friends him fail. For he shall know then
Friends be untrue
And a little ashes
Their words come to. But one unto him
Will softly move
And softly woo him
In ways of love. His hand is under
Her smooth round breast;
So he who has sorrow
Shall have rest.
