作词 : Scherpenzeel | |
A love so sweet | |
Then interrupted - such a cruelty, what distress... | |
Who'd comfort him | |
When after having won and served the king he lost his mistress? | |
'Oh will you always wait for me | |
Until the war has set me free?' | |
And then a last goodbye... | |
Woe and alas | |
Lost in their sadness and their lonely hearts, as tears console them | |
Spending their days | |
Weeping and mourning they would pine way, no arms to hold them | |
'Oh will she still be waiting there | |
A maid like her, so young, so fair' | |
A soldier far from home (A soldier all alone) | |
Although his heart secretly cried | |
Too hard to brave the lonely nights | |
Then he returned | |
Tired of the war, oh how his inside burnt with love and passion | |
Finding her gone | |
Lost in the world but forced to carry on, no life reflections | |
'How could I think she'd wait for me | |
A pretty girl like her?' So he | |
Cried no woe and alas |
zuo ci : Scherpenzeel | |
A love so sweet | |
Then interrupted such a cruelty, what distress... | |
Who' d comfort him | |
When after having won and served the king he lost his mistress? | |
' Oh will you always wait for me | |
Until the war has set me free?' | |
And then a last goodbye... | |
Woe and alas | |
Lost in their sadness and their lonely hearts, as tears console them | |
Spending their days | |
Weeping and mourning they would pine way, no arms to hold them | |
' Oh will she still be waiting there | |
A maid like her, so young, so fair' | |
A soldier far from home A soldier all alone | |
Although his heart secretly cried | |
Too hard to brave the lonely nights | |
Then he returned | |
Tired of the war, oh how his inside burnt with love and passion | |
Finding her gone | |
Lost in the world but forced to carry on, no life reflections | |
' How could I think she' d wait for me | |
A pretty girl like her?' So he | |
Cried no woe and alas |
zuò cí : Scherpenzeel | |
A love so sweet | |
Then interrupted such a cruelty, what distress... | |
Who' d comfort him | |
When after having won and served the king he lost his mistress? | |
' Oh will you always wait for me | |
Until the war has set me free?' | |
And then a last goodbye... | |
Woe and alas | |
Lost in their sadness and their lonely hearts, as tears console them | |
Spending their days | |
Weeping and mourning they would pine way, no arms to hold them | |
' Oh will she still be waiting there | |
A maid like her, so young, so fair' | |
A soldier far from home A soldier all alone | |
Although his heart secretly cried | |
Too hard to brave the lonely nights | |
Then he returned | |
Tired of the war, oh how his inside burnt with love and passion | |
Finding her gone | |
Lost in the world but forced to carry on, no life reflections | |
' How could I think she' d wait for me | |
A pretty girl like her?' So he | |
Cried no woe and alas |