Heartless! heartless! Flow,
Oh this life is bitter!—
Poison, river, rope, or gun—
Any death is fitter
Than two hearts thus dead in one.—
Still my heart is true
To you,
Still is true,
Still is true.
Heartless! heartless! Flow,
Oh this life is bitter!—
Poison, river, rope, or gun—
Any death is fitter
Than two hearts thus dead in one.—
Still my heart is true
To you,
Still is true,
Still is true.