Out of all the people on this earth
Is it merely chance that I loved you?
Who can tell me what my love was worth?
My haunted aunt, afflicted by a curse,
Married someone cruel and was so blue
So are many people on this earth.
Out of love we hope there will be birth
A child, a poem a thought, a clue
Who dares tell me what my love was worth?
Love must surely tempered be by mirth
And for me this is is now overdue
As for many people on this earth.
Now I wander random on these paths
Am I seeking you or someone new?
Who shall tell me what my love is worth?
As the grass is wetted with the dew
So my tears ran softly over you
Out of all the people on this earth
Why do strangers ask me for love’s worth
How my heart sings 