The silence has made me cry
Because ev’rything has gone, and so her love is away
Wake up, suffering soul!
Your fate is stretched and your pain is released
God be my witness, whom I lean my heart to
Thou I shalt say this before and after
I’ll wait for the summer of love
And I pick a rose of romance
So I can let the fragrance touch upon your side
And what now, honey?
Or is this just the beginning of the end?