OR IN THE FORREST, THE ROAMING HART. YOU CAN COUNT THE ORCHARD'S
PEACHES OR THE AMOUNT OF APPLES IN THE CART. BUT THERE IS ONE THING THAT CANNOT BE MEASURED NO MATTER WHERE YOU START..AND THAT ONE IMMSURABLE THING IS THE LOVE IN
WHEN SHE LOVES DEEPLY, BUT TO NO GAIN.
OH, HOW SHE HURTS, AND HOW SHE CRIES,
WHEN SHE SEES HOW QUICKLY THAT LOVE DIES.
A WOMAN'S HEART'S A WONDROUS THING;
WHEN FILLED WITH JOY, IT SINGS AND SINGS.
A WOMAN'S HEART GOES INTO A WHIRL
WHEN THEY TELL HER SHE HAS A BABY GIRL.
A WOMAN'S HEART GOES REELING WITH JOY,
WHEN THEY ANNOUNCE TO HER--IT'S A BOY!
BUT A WOMAN'S HEART'S A TENDER THING
BUT JOY TO ALL ONLY IT CAN BRING.
A WOMAN'S HEART KNOWS ALL OF THIS
BUT WITHOUT GOD'S LOVE,
IT CANNOT EXIST!
NO ONE WHO CARES
NO ONE TO SING TO
OR TO HEAR MY PRAYERS.
NO WHERE TO TRAVEL
NO WHERE TO GO
NO SUMMER SUNSHINE
NO WINTER SNOW.
NO FOOD TO EAT
NO APPETITE
NO WAY TO DO WRONG
NO WAY TO DO RIGHT.
NO TIME TO REST
NO TIME TO SLEEP
NO PLACE TO LAUGH IN
NO PLACE TO WEEP.
NO SUNRISE EARLY
NO NIGHTFALL LATE
NO ONE TO LOVE
NO ONE TO HATE.
NO WATER TO DRINK
IN THIS BOTTOMLESS WELL
NOBODY HERE
I'M SO ALONE
AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS SELF-MADE
HELL!!
