My days were easy
The quiet breeze
Did not carry with it
My own moan
My days were beatiful
The flowing water
did not carry to the sea
My own tear
Oh, please never let
Your heart to be lost
Oh, please never know
The secret of love
How sad it is
The quiet breeze
Did not carry with it
My own moan
My days were beatiful
Always the stork
Not my longing
Did it carry on its journey
My days were clean and pure
And even the mirror
Did not see a tear
On my own eyelids
Oh, never...
How sad it is
Even the mirror
Did not see a tear
On my own eyelids
My days were easy
The quiet breeze
Did not carry with it
My own moan