I waited for you only
//: I waited for you only
quite late one Saturday – ://
//: you promised you would visit me
but never came my way! ://
My head upon my pillow
such bitter tears I shed;
and every time I heard the door
I thought you to me sped.
I rose on Sunday morning
and plaited my long hair;
and as I hurried to the church
I spoke a silent prayer.
The church though you’d not entered
so you I did not find, –
another love you now have found,
and I am out of mind.
I walked back home so lonely
and frequently did sigh,
at every step along the path
a tear fell from my eye.
The lovely crimson ribbons
that you once gave to me
upon my dress I’ll wear no more,
my grave is all I see.
Where can one pick fair roses
where no such roses grow!
Where in a heart can one find love
where there is no such glow!
I wished to pick fair roses,
no more will I do so;
I loved you fervently, but love
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