If it be love to sit and mourn, to grieve and sigh, and be forlorn, fa la la la la; I love, but if in it joy there be, I do not, for there's none in me, fa la la la la.
If it be love to sit and mourn, to grieve and sigh, and be forlorn, fa la la la la; I love, but if in it joy there be, I do not, for there's none in me, fa la la la la.