I was once a rich man , of love and life .
Hearken to my joyful tidings as I bring you to my past,
Her name was Al , and we begun to strive ,
to build a love so strong , one fit to last
we brush upon our courting lips ,
With hands around my lover's hips
We snugged till the evening crept ,
and she skipped home with blithely leaps
For many noons, we walked together,
And hope each day would last forever.
I walk on the street , and think of her ,
the love we worked to built,
The strong bridge of bliss,
one which never tilt,
and one I sorely miss .
Something creeps my heart ,
one to freeze my blood ,
Did she feel the same ?
The love that seemed would end ?
Please don't end , my desperate faith ,
the bliss of our love , the maxim of my day ,
Alas ! Her attitude got colder,
the days we walked were never ,
the truth that got no better ,
I walked the patch one day ,
I saw a bright young man ,
I dropped to the grass and lay ,
the heart-ache seemed naught to mend ,
the tears that burn my heart .
This is the story ,
the thing so sorry ,
my love that long since died ,
The heart that ceased with it .