I bought sweet cyclamen

I bought sweet 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?