Oh please understand, my love, what I say
I am lonely, I am lost
And though I be a young man, my body does decay
Like a wooden craft on a sandy bay
Come, bring to me a basket filled unto the brim
With coloured shells, and set them down
That I may choose but one
I am lonely, I am lost
I am lonely, I am lost
And though I be a young man, my body does decay
Like a wooden craft on a sandy bay
Come, bring to me a basket filled unto the brim
With coloured shells, and set them down
That I may choose but one
I am lonely, I am lost