Tears go rolling down my face,
You left, you went, you walked away,
So why come back? to take the rest?
You ripped my heart right from my breast, what is there for you to take?
Yet willingly I do partake, in madness whence,
I’m sure I came, but clarity on which I staked my name,
Is gone; has left; it hast depart,
And took with it, my beating heart.
A word, a sigh, is all you give,
And swoon I do, to a memory of you;
Then in the morning, when I awake,
You’re gone, without one word spake,
Summon you not, nor draw you close,
Your gone once more; my love departed.
You left, you went, you walked away,
So why come back? to take the rest?
You ripped my heart right from my breast, what is there for you to take?
Yet willingly I do partake, in madness whence,
I’m sure I came, but clarity on which I staked my name,
Is gone; has left; it hast depart,
And took with it, my beating heart.
A word, a sigh, is all you give,
And swoon I do, to a memory of you;
Then in the morning, when I awake,
You’re gone, without one word spake,
Summon you not, nor draw you close,
Your gone once more; my love departed.
