I do not need the gold
Of a rich man,
Nor do I need the flatter
Or fame.
Nothing at all of such matter
Would steer my misery away
But only the touch of beloved one
Would sail my heart
To the calmest bay.
Of a rich man,
Nor do I need the flatter
Or fame.
Nothing at all of such matter
Would steer my misery away
But only the touch of beloved one
Would sail my heart
To the calmest bay.