My heart is like a flower for my love,
That blooms as I hold her tenderly.
But it's rooted deep in fear
Just as heavy as a tear
That whisper low, her lover is not for me.

My love is true, for her it is true,
And I pray that her love is mine.

My love is like the first star of the night
That brightened up the world's first darkness,
Like love stories very old
A million times been told
Her eyes are worth more than bright diamonds.

My love is true, for her it is true,
And I pray that her love is mine.

My love is true, for her it is true,
And I pray that her love is mine.

Alone at night in my dark lonesome room
I like awake a-sadly dreaming.
Although you're not very near
I still I can hear
Your soft and tender heart a-beating.

My love is true, for her it is true,
And I pray that her love is mine.

My love is true, for her it is true,
And I pray that her love is mine