Pfeifsolo



Like a rose that grows within a wildwood.

You are young and warm and wild and free.

And my heart, I gave to you with love

and with love, my wildwood rose,

you gave your heart to me.



Wildwood rose, farewell for I must leave you.

I must make my harvest from the sea

and I know I leave you with my love

and I know my wildwood rose,

I take your love with me.



If I die alone upon the water.

Not return to warmth and love and thee,

when you walk the strand

and tiny wavelets kiss your feet.

Then will you stand

and say a little prayer for me.



Pfeifsolo



If I die alone upon the water.

Not return to warmth and love and thee,

when you walk the strand

and tiny wavelets kiss your feet.

Then will you stand

and say a little prayer for me.



When you walk the strand

and tiny wavelets kiss your feet.

Then will you stand

and say a little prayer for me.

Just a little prayer, for me.



Just a little prayer for me.

For me. . .

Just say a little prayer for me.