The same sad heart is dying,
But she’ll never return again!
She was guiltless as an angel, so the story goes, they say,
But the passion of a father little heeds;
So, with bitter hate and anger in a frenzied mood, one day,
He drove her forth to taste life’s bitter weeds!
’Twas in vain the mother pleaded, for the one whom she loved best,
And in vain her voice came ringing, “Oh, come daughter, on me rest!”
Then the door was softly opened and just like a caged bird,
The child she loved had gone without one word.—Chorus.