Yes, those who love and then leave,
Those who love and who then leave
Oh God, torture to them give,
Torture, God, to them do give:
Oh, the crawling of the snake
And the speed of beetles’ step,
The wind’s whirling whizzing craze,
Be they dust that feet will graze,
Yes, the dust that feet will graze.
Even ants - though small at sight,
Heavy framed and head so slight,
with their waist so small and tight,
tread the dirt upon this world
But their word will always hold,
But their word they always hold.
Whilst men who God’s word have heard,
'n women who God’s word have heard,
Will not keep true to their word,
Do not keep true to their word.
Oh, so those who love and leave,
Torture, God, to them you give!
Yes, the crawling of the snake
And the speed of beetles’ step,
The wind’s whirling whizzing craze,
Be they dust that feet will graze.