Don’t give me all of your time,don’t question me so often.With eyes so true and faithfuldon’t try and catch my hands.
Don’t follow in the Springmy steps through pools of rain.I know that of our meetingnothing will come again.
You think it’s pride that makesme turn my back on you?It’s grief, not pride that holdsmy head so very straight.
Don’t follow in the Springmy steps through pools of rain.I know that of our meetingnothing will come again.
You think it’s pride that makesme turn my back on you?It’s grief, not pride that holdsmy head so very straight.
Author of translation:
George Reavey
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