You thought it would always be like this
Song
You thought it would always be like this, ; That I would never have a lover. ; Of course not, but I already have one, ; More beautiful than you, better too. ; ; You thought I regret it, ; That I have to part with you. ; To me it's just a dream, ; My sweet lavender stalk. ; ; The wood is burning, the fire, ; A brown maiden sits beside it. ; Her handkerchief has burned out, ; Her lover has left her.