Right by the long banks of the stream
Birds singing love in their dreams
With only little light from the many beams
Feeling an emptiness, that nature brings
Not to be loved by the one I love
So much beauty, I see in her eyes
So much love, I feel in her smile
So much peace, I feel in her hands
All my heart, I gave her to keep
But, my love reject my heart for hers
Ninty-nine sheeps, I left for her
Nine silvers', I gave up for her
My last son, I shun for her
Even my own life was not enough for her
Her heart, with nothing, another has won
The pain my heart, no man can tell
Right by the long banks of the stream
I hear the voice of he that condemns
They plead my heart, to go my way
To say to my love, enough of her
But my heart, my life, is hers to keep
My love is true and truth is love
I am the way, the truth and the life
For my love to live, it has to be me
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