We met in the springtime when blossoms unfold
The pastures were green and the meadows were gold
Our love was in flower as summer grew on
Her love like the leaves now has withered and gone
The roses have faded, there's frost at my door
Alone and forsaken by fate and by man
Oh, Lord, if You hear me, please hold onto my hand
Oh, please understand
Oh, where has she gone to, oh, where can she be