Oh, please understand,
my love, what I say
I am lonely,
I am lost
And though I be a young man, my body does decay
Like a wooden craft
on a Sunday bed
Come bring to me a basket filled unto the brim
With coloured shells
Then set them down that I may choose but one
I am lonely,
I am lost
Oh,
please understand, my love, what I say
I am lonely,
I am lost
And though I be a young man,
my body does decay Like a wooden craft on a Sunday bed
Come bring to me a basket filled unto the brim
With coloured shells
Then set them down that I may choose but one
I am lonely, I am lost
