The Object, Jealousy

Fate takes love away Love makes fools of old Makes young wise - young love Will not go astray Would this world were hate away? Love makes fools of old Makes young wise - young love Will not go astray Sing, sing of love Sing, sins of jealousy Sing, sing of love Steal, steal my fate away The object is the loved Convert the loved to lover Frequent tears from my eyes pour Reflections through your open door Precious perfect skin Asleep so close gives peace What path has brought me here To lie awake with fear? Sing, sing of love Sing, sins of jealousy Sing, sing of love Steal, steal my fate away Sing, sing of love Sing, sing of love Sing, sing of love Sing, sing of love