Oh, tears like a river flow
for the love of a raven haired angel
and how with every tear
that from my eyes flow
takes away a piece of the soul.
Oh, how it would pain and torture my soul
If from my soul
your heart is torn
and I for my grave do long
as my heart does sing
its sad death song
and I morn in vein
for the love of a raven haired angel
as the empty ages roll
and all my tears in vein do flow.