Love is not to be picked casually
like a bunch of wild flowers
by the side of a road.
Love is not to be caught casually
like a bird in a net
to be locked in a cage.
But he found me casually,
the one I love.
He caught me like a bird,
the one I love.
He locked me in his hand
the one I love.
And I will love him all my life.
Indeed he found me casually,
the one I love.
He caught me like a bird,
the one I love.
He locked me in his hand
the one I love.
And I will love him all my life.
Love is not to be kept
like the song of the sea
inside a shell.
And love is grieved for
as we cry in the winter wind
as the small boat is wrecked.
But he kept me by his side
the one I love.
Since he gave me more than the sea
the one I love.
Since he gave me more than the sky
the one I love.
And I will love him all my life.
Yes he kept me by his side
the one I love.
Since he gave me more than the sea
the one I love.
Since he gave me more than the sky
the one I love.
And I will love him all my life.