David Novak - 48 lyrics

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David Novak - 48 lyrics

Lord, this I never had to ask Did she, my older love, remain, Without whom life's a loathsome task, But full of sorrow, strife, and pain; Had she been faithful, fair and true Much as she promised me to be, And not to do as women do, Which I believed - so look at me! My heart and soul to her I gave, Naive because I loved too well A person I might never have Nor what we had must ever tell. Wherefore, dear Lord, do I beseech To compa** loves within my reach.