If my heart can't tolerate
all the time that I must wait,
What am I to do, to do?
Should I let it break in two?
And if my heart should break in two,
can you mend it with some glue?
I think that answer must be no.
You say you can but how do I know?
You say you've done this thing before
and now my heart is really sore.
I say you'll be the death of me.
You say, "I'll patch it up. You'll see."
I cannot trust a thing you say.
And so my lad be on your way.
I'd just as soon you break my heart.
Then take your leave and just depart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem