Waly Waly

I leaned my back against an oak Thinking it was a trusty tree But first it bowed and then it broke And so my love proved false to me Had I but known before I loved The aching pain that love could bring I'd have locked my heart with keys of gold And tied it fast with a silver chain Oh, love is pleasing, love is kind Gay as a jewel when first it's new But love grows old and waxes cold And fades away like morning dew Oh, love it is, a painful thing Like blossoms tremble in the rain But blossoms grow again each spring My love shall never grow again But blossoms grow again each spring My love shall never grow again