Early in the morning
I have come to my fate
Early in the morning
She has blown off the taste
For the passion of the day
Like a hedged egg in the hey
And our love for her's to lay
In a beautiful bunch of red roses
Will she be the saint
Who will keep up my fate?
Will she be the saint?
She has blown off the taste
For the passion of the day
Like a hedged egg in the hey
And our love for her's to lay
In a beautiful bunch of red roses
She has been my teacher
I was just about to waste
She has been my teacher
She has blown off the taste
For the passion of the day
Like a hedged egg in the hey
And our love for her's to lay
In a beautiful bunch of red roses