Breaking my heart, my heart,
Breaking my heart,
where had, where had been you for so long,
O, say you,
Where, where had you been?
Breaking, breaking my heart,
Where had, had been you, my love, for so long,
Where, where were away from me
Which imagined I never?
Is, is this called love, is this, this called love
That kept I searching, searching you,
Singing, singing the song of your love,
Your and my love?
Breaking my heart, my heart,
Where, where had you been away from me,
Leaving me broken-herted and forlorn
And I seeking consolation from?
Just as a lover, a gipsy went I wandering,
Marking the bunches of flowers hanging by
And the things of Nature and the world,
Making my not understandable heart understand.
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