Her parents hid her from me,
they didn't want her to love me.
I look for her every evening
but my searching is futile.
Her parents hid her from me
because they want her to forget me.
They must not know that affection
grows fonder if you forbid it.
What harm is my love to her?
a well-intentioned love,
Lord, in this life
there's no such luck for an honorable man.
Her parents hid her from me,
they clouded my sky.
Without the light of her eyes,
I find no peace nor solace.
What harm is my love to her?
a well-intentioned love,
Lord, in this life
there's no such luck for an honorable man.