I bought more cyclamen and thought of you Wandering through wild flowers 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 some cyclamen and wanted you Wandering through wild flowers 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 little flowers and thought of you