I left my mother, I left my father, I left my brother,
I left my mother and the sisters too, I left my home and the kindly nations,
I left them all for the love of you.
Oh, love is pleasing, and love is teasing, and love's a pleasure,
waiting for you.
At first it's new, but as love grows older, at length grows colder,
and fades away like the morning dew.
If I had known before I'd caught her, that love had been,
such a killing cry, I'd have locked my heart in a box of gold,
and tied it up with a silver twine.
Oh, love is pleasing, and love is teasing, and love's a pleasure,
waiting for you.
At first it's new, but as love grows older, at length grows colder,
and fades away like the morning dew.
Oh, love is pleasing, and love is teasing, and love's a pleasure,
waiting for you.
At first it's new, but as love grows older, at length grows colder,
and fades away like the morning dew.
Like the morning dew, like the morning dew.
It fades away.
It fades away.