I went, the other day, to where I had first seen you. <br /> You were a little girl [then], and I was a child. <br /> <br /> Where are those years, the beautiful years, <br /> When you had flowers in [your] heart? <br /> Where is that love, my sweet love, <br /> For to warm us in this cold. <br /> <br /> At your noble, humble, little house, <br /> I stopped to weep for bitter grief. <br /> <br /> Where are those years, the beautiful years, <br /> When you had flowers in [your] heart? <br /> Where is that love, my sweet love, <br /> For to warm us in this cold. <br /> <br /> The door is locked, the keys are lost, <br /> It is raining in the streets and in my empty heart. <br /> <br /> Where are those years, the beautiful years, <br /> When you had flowers in [your] heart? <br /> Where is that love, my sweet love, <br /> For to warm us in this cold.
