if solitude follows grief
this heart of mine a wilderness
splendid memories indeed hardly a relief
what comfort offers a last caress?
what comfort offers a last caress?
no more flowers to pick in may
any words are all in vain
no more flowers to pick in may
any words are all in vain
love is a gift from heaven
lifts into grace our lowest desires
shared with angels by gods given
like passion, a spark of immortal fire
this heart of mine a wilderness
this heart of mine a wilderness
what comfort offers a last caress?
what comfort offers a last caress?
but beautiful poems do not cover pain
in loss i cannot sense any splendour
comforting words are all in vain
yesterday's ghosts seem too tender
tragedy grand in a theatre play
they claim sunshine to follow after rain
but no more flowers to pick in may
for death she is all the same
what comfort offers a last caress?
what comfort offers a last caress?
no more flowers to pick in may
any words are all in vain
no more flowers to pick in may
any words are all in vain |