I found thee again this morning
Wand'ring peacefully through the drops
As I walked down by the bus stops
Next to the farm full of green crops

Thy naivety, and stares of love-
were like the flopping birds above!
How thy questioned my weary face-ah!
With signs as clear as thy blue eyes.

Alexander, Alexander
How thy eyes still wicked with wonder
Pity but I love thee no more
Nor as much as I did before

As now I'm painfully certain
That I'm in love with another
Yet our first meeting shalt remain-
strong, untouched and never alter.

How I gasped as our eyes met;
how thou rubbed thy hair when I greeted!
Ah! Thy golden hair-shone light and fair,
as I sat next to thy blue chair.

Alexander, Alexander
Let me show thee how cries can smile
and how sad tears can be joyful.
Let me teach thee that love is vile
and openness can be spiteful.

And when thou understand this then;
be glad and shed thy tears away.
For thee wilt come that joyous day-
the one our hearts might not know when.

Alexander, Alexander
Let me cherish thy remembrance
As I write here 'twixt the brown furze.
Let us cheer nature's prominence
With our stories' shifts and curves.

Forgive and forget, dear lover
as I turn right in yon corner.
For 'nother soul, is there for thee-
whilst my dream prince, there waits for me.