• I think I'm falling,
    not into thorns this time,
    no more crying, no more bawling,
    lovely sweet heart of mine?

    How do I know,
    it wont pierce me this time,
    those thorns in nasty rows,
    lovely sweet heart of mine?

    You caress me with your thoughts,
    telling me everything will be alright,
    my love for you, cannot be bought,
    lovely sweet heart of mine, hold me tight!