My rest is gone,
My heart is sore;
Peace find I never,
And never more.
I look from the window
For none but him,
I go abroad
For only him.
His noble air,
His bearing high,
My rest is gone,
My heart is sore;
Peace find I never,
And never more.
I look from the window
For none but him,
I go abroad
For only him.
His noble air,
His bearing high,