The Heart Of A Poor Young Maiden

I am only an innocent maiden and my teardrops multiply... I know that when tomorrow comes across the world you must fly. You say you love me dearly, I accept it ~ with a frown, because your eyes forever wander to the 'prettiest satin gown'. I've no gold upon my fingers I doubt that you even care! and the thought is always lingering your eyes are straying elsewhere. With promises forsaken, and springtime blossom gone, my young heart is aching, breaking but still I string along. I am only an innocent maiden and my teardrops multiply... I know that when tomorrow comes across the world you will fly.