When thoughts of all but one,
Are those I am keepingWhen sore through there is none,
For whom I am weepingA curtain drawn before the sun,
And I wish to go on sleeping
A bad day
When thoughts of all but one,
Are those I am keepingWhen sore through there is none,
For whom I am weepingA curtain drawn before the sun,
And I wish to go on sleeping