Once there was a boy who
Once thought he was in love
And he thought that true love
Was sent down from above
Softly he was murmuring
And tenderly he cursed
Listening to secret sounds
He wished he had not heard
He bit his tongue as
Desperation sank into the room
Like the pleasant scent of
Roses in the afternoon
Once there was a boy who
Once thought he was in love
And he thought that true love
Was sent down from above