One day, when I was very little, My mother took me travelling We went so many places, the whole world to see That I lost my home on the road And I forgot there was ever a place That was a home just for me
Once, when I was young and true, Someone left me sad- Broke my brittle heart in two; And that hurt very bad. Love is for unlucky folk, Love is but a curse. Once there was a heart I broke; And that, I think, is worse.