Original lyrics

EN

So it began The ponderous hands The flower, the field My conflict revealed Dear, you will grow Beauty prevailed - Could I be trusted with something so fair? I've set apart the extent of my heart About it a mischief, before it a guard I'll give it up, though it may not be much To a collector of flowers and jars Simple, I know, I should softly let go But I'm so uncertain My friend from my foe We've made up our minds But what of my heart? Your beauty another may fail to regard I've set apart the extent of my heart About it a mischief, before it a guard I'll give it up, though it may not be much To a collector of flowers and jars Oh, fall was my friend Though I failed her again I'm sorry for everything I'll change if I can Was it my fear or the time that I spent Serving my sentence before it began? Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oohh oh oh oohh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oohh