oh, my fair maiden
why thou worry?
look at that lass,
look how she gently pass,
i envy her and
i know you do it too.
i could carve her image out with charcoal,
let assume cuts as her kisses,
recite poetry for her yet a million more
all for the lady i adore
so, my fair maiden
your worry can be understood
my worship, my love, my devotion for her
can't be returned to me
they are hers and hers alone
though sometimes i wish
i wish for that devotion to return
in any form or way,
in month of may or dismay,
i want it to return from anyone
so oh,
my life has been spend in sidewalks of others,
for once i would like to be the main view
so fair maiden,
let me worry with you