Alas!
Alas! Alas!
My own heart be true,
For what is there to live by,
If I haven't got you?
Alas! Alas!
I look to the skies,
Dark and foreboding,
They dampen my eyes.
Alas! Alas!
Wailing please cease,
The soul cries are piercing,
And I need inner peace.
Alas! Alas!
I am all alone,
None here to forgive,
None here to atone.
My own heart be true,
For what is there to live by,
If I haven't got you?
Alas! Alas!
I look to the skies,
Dark and foreboding,
They dampen my eyes.
Alas! Alas!
Wailing please cease,
The soul cries are piercing,
And I need inner peace.
Alas! Alas!
I am all alone,
None here to forgive,
None here to atone.