Love, where are you

I bought sweet cyclamen and thought of you
Wandering through wild meadows by my side
I don’t know where to put them,they might die.
Then I would feel so sad and lonely blue

All we read of pain and love is true.
Yet we let our hearts stay open wide
I bought sweet cyclamen,remembered you
Wandering through wild meadows by my side.

I bought some cyclamen and thought of you
Wandering through dear meadows by my side
I don’t know where to put them,they might die.
Then I would feel so sad and lonely blue

All we read of pain and love is true.
Yet we let our hearts stay open wide
I bought sweet cyclamen,remembered you
Wandering through wild meadows by my side.

I have loved not widely but a few
I have touched on bliss and when it flies
I have touched the grief that truly lies
I bought these cyclamen,oh, where are you?

I have loved not widely but a few
I have touched on bliss and when it flies
I have touched the grief that truly lies
I bought these cyclamen love, where are you?