Adams

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 lie awake a-sadly dreaming
Although you're not very near, 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