“How can it be? For my love to die?
How can it be? And all I can do is mournfully sigh.
I would have climbed a great hill or fend off many a shrew,
to express my undying love and let all know to be true!
This cannot be true! They were so young and gay,
so they should have stayed!
How can it be? For my love to die?
How can it be? And all I can do is mournfully sigh.
It must be a dream, for this cannot possibly occur.
Aye – it must be so, for this seems like a blur.
I must be lost – for I don’t remember the trip,
from here to there – I must be losing my grip.
How can it be? For my love to die?
How can it be? And all I can do is mournfully sigh.
Why can’t I wake up from this horrible nightmare?
For, their deaths seem to stare at me with a terrible glare.
I cannot believe that they are not here!
So, please, my love – lend me your ear!
How can it be? For my love to die?
How can it be? And all I can do is mournfully sigh.
I could have been a father, if they didn’t fall.
I could have been a father, but he never had a chance to bawl.
How can I be happy? Without my love brightening my day.
How can I be happy? Without her showing me the way.”
